Admiring Her

She's a different kind of thick
Enriched and drenched in beauty
Inside and out
Yet insecure of what I admire and desire
She may not have curves like a vase
But my eyes trace everything
Trailing down from her face
Craving things I want to taste
But can't have
Making my hunger stronger
Yet she's ashamed
Because the way God molded her isn't praised

But the beautiful goddess is way more than what she acknowledges in the eyes of others