I admire the muscles of your arms and the flatness of your stomach
I respect the softness and length of your neck and your legs
I have nothing but respect and admiration for you and your eyes
the bridge of your nose, and cheek-bones
your lips and the metal stud you sport with such class
I would respect you in the morning
In the cold light of tomorrow
with tonight’s make-up faded and smudged
I would admire you as you waited for the bus home
With your panties crumpled and soiled and crammed in your pocket
There might be shame creeping at the corners of your face
But don’t let it take you over
You are nothing but beauty and desire
And I have nothing but respect and admiration for you
Even as I came into your mouth
–BSB
Check out the sex poetry of Allen Ginsberg for more of this stuff.