Esoteric Erotic

I want, and need, to find erotic,
But all I get is stone esoteric,
How simple can this question be,
My eyes know what they want to see,
       My heart it races, pound and beat,
       My skin is flushed, expectant heat,
       A simple shot, a flash, a flicker,
       Stocking top, or lacey knickers,
              Not full frontal, nude or crude,
              And nothing I describe as lewd,
              But peek, through buttoned blouse, of bra,
              Or thigh in skirt, accessing car,
                     A high heeled tap, a finger’s click,
                     It’s there and gone, it’s just that quick.
                     Frustrated by my unseen wish,
                     Am I the single on the list?
                            To me, the simple pleasures please,
                            A bashful smile, a wink, a tease,
                            I want to find pure clean, erotic,
                            But all I get’s this fool esoteric!