On Earned Beauty

You were more lovely in your youth, you say.
It may, in part, be true -- for youth is free
Of care, and smooth and taut. But if I may,
I'll teach you how, with these, mine eyes, to see
Yourself. When in the heat of love we play,
My vision comes alive. A history
Of fierce emotions makes your nipples rise,
More beauteous than a maiden's supple bloom.
And how your liquid cunt delights mine eyes!
It calls me like no youngster's may presume
To do. That font of passion 'twixt your thighs,
It sings of love that dares the brink of doom.
Not everyone can see these things, it's true.
I see your soul in every part of you.