My body
My body is not a toy
It not something you get on Christmas that last a week
I’m definitely not the body you can take and use
But I am the body that you lay on when you need help
I am the body that worship my curves and lumps
I am the body that you love but not touch
I am the body who take care of my beauty
I am not a toy
by: schkira
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