Defining beauty

After a lifetime of dating then living
With only tall statuesque beauties
I have learned a thing or two
About defining beauty

Beauty is a woman
Who communicates openly
Every desire and wish
She holds secret from the world

I have been lucky to discover
Three tiny little things
Each woman perfectly beautiful
Since each holds nothing back

Each holds my heart
With the white-hot blaze
Of open discourse of their need
And how I might sate their lust

None were whom I pre-defined
As typical of my type
Yet each is as seductive or more
Than the Raquel of yester yore

While truth be known
None of the three are perfect
Yet neither claim I
For our openness erases all traces

A spank here a restraint there
A gentle caress and more
At times great passion roughly
Each brings a moan and more.

What would I trade for the supplication
Of these three tiny beauties
Each individual imperfection outshone
By candor’s open beauty

All that I have
All that you will ever own
For it is your error
To have read this poem

For now you know
What beauty truly is
And go forever through your life
Knowing I found but you missed

While I do share this tale
And even their bodies with others
Tis only as reward to them
For their openness with me

I will not share their soul
Nor share their heart
For that is their gift
Mine