I’m not the kind
You’ll find online
Parading herself as a prize
Merely for your eyes.
I’m the real fucking deal;
The kind you can touch and feel.
I consider my body sacred
And I’m sorry but I don’t get
Why you need for them to be naked
When I’m standing right here, 100% real;
None of the fake shit
You’ve dreamed of in your past.
My love, not my body was built to last.