Bare All Figurative

whether your thighs flirt with the suspense of a light peck, or they’re mushed together like two teenagers experimenting with tongue for the first time;
whether your stomach is sculpted like the statues in the Louvre, or it ripples like your bed sheets surviving the push and pull of our night;
whether your skin glows like the honey in my tea, or it’s an ivory atmosphere filled with clouds, lightning bolts, and stars;
it does not matter, for your matter is yours and yours only.
your body is only an accessory for your mind and spirit; a home for your soul to live
your body was not meant to be picked apart and judged by its own essence
your body was made by the stars to let you dance, sing, run, fuck,


be proud of what your body can do and your body will be proud of you, too.
- Jordin David