Monster
my body is not a monster.
it is
torrential
terrains.
hold me carefully,
from me
oceans pour.
my body is not a monster.
caramel dripping
land of gold
be cautious of
how you treat me.
this world has fools gold too.
my body is not a monster.
it has craters and
hidden crevices.
you'd have to climb
the rise and fall
of my chest,
cross it all to
get my heart.
because there is nothing
that holds more beauty
than a woman
who knows
what she's worth.
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