Of all I see, think, feel and do
I notice the world seems to cater to you
But when I look out and want to see
the beauty of man, a desire in me,
you deny me the right and the passion I feel
even go so far as to say it's unreal
now I'll tell you the truth, the passion is there
to look over your skin, chest, legs and hair.
Why would this be wrong for me?
Are you scared to be sensual? Why wouldn't you be?

I don't know how often it is that I've heard
that men are dirty, twisted, absurd,
that women have beauty of body, not guys
But things are so different when seen through my eyes.
I crave your beauty, your passion and desire
to be beautiful and sensual and feel your own fire.
Not the strength and force, your toughness or power
but the blossoming beauty of your sexual flower.
And I know how hard this all must be
to accept the beauty in you that I see
but it's true and it's real and if just for awhile
you'd uncover your beauty and give me a smile
I'd be grateful to you, forever your fan
you've reminded me why it's fun to be a woman.