I want to give my perspective on the beauty of my girl. In this case, I specifically mean external beauty.
There is an objective measure of beauty that is a matter of well known ratios. Honey, you have those in spades.
But that only goes so far.
Sexy comes from within and it blows the math all to hell. Every woman becomes more beautiful the when the fire of her sexuality shines in her eyes, when it plays at the corners of her smile, when it moves her. And yours does.
Anyone who thinks you look average or plain is expecting to see a well-constructed facade of glamour, which you do not need. They fail to see beyond that layer, to see the amazing and gorgeous woman that you are.
I love and appreciate your sexy beauty, so worry a little bit less about if it’s enough, if it’s good enough. It really is.
When you lie in bed naked, exposed in every way, and the voice in your head starts listing all of your “flaws” and the questions and stories and doubts that go into that terrible PTSD-like instant replay loop, I will tell you what is going through my mind.
You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I am lucky to be with you.
You are Muse and Siren, my inspiration and my destruction. And I can’t get enough.