Runner Up

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.

No…

My love, not my body was built to last.

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