My body,
is a little flawed.
my body,
bears some battle scars.
my body,
it's imperfect.
My body,
is all in black and white
Like the moon and the stars,
only it's not that far.
My body craves for your touch,
it yearns to be loved.
my body has desires that make my soul hurt,
shouldn't be that hard to control a heart but it hurts.
but why care about our souls?
for a little while,
let them burn,
let's be a little immature.
Just let us use our bodies for pleasure
does it matter how a body looks,
when two bodies together feel so good?
My body is my home, its my realm
It's my treasure and my gift.
It doesn't matter if no one else loves it but me,
my body's my temple,
In it, only I reach the peak.
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