A long straight line of silk,
The stringed symbol of unification that drapes in front of the ravishing temple of beauty.

Under-constructed bodies like buildings will never dare hold a torch to the flame that is possessed between those legs of a real body.

Will the mounds of flesh that sit,
Trapping the walls of their beating heart
collapse and show who they really are?
Mass mushed in certain areas create the alluring effect of a dashing silhouette.

Demonstrating the resemblance Mother Nature didn't want to share with all.
A select few will do.
Mother gave them bumps and hills,
while some get plainly drawn.

Appease the eye of the wolf,
But then get shamed once it decides to bite your virginity off.

Welcome to the world of the ones that don't get ****** off.