The Female Form

I see those tiger
stripes on your inner thighs
no other man can see them
for no other man is let inside
dimpled hips
some call cellulite
I call them freckles
that look just right
some call your arms batwings
I call them angel wings
fleshy arms still strong
wrapped around me all night long
passion swells in your belly
I can handle those handles baby
 
love inside of you
swells in your breasts
no other man has ever seen
such a perfect chest
your back has a wrinkle
not a roll
when I see you on the bed
I find I lose control
don’t ever feel the need
to be a size two
instead I’ll suggest
keep being
curvy you
 
be nice if a man
could say this to me –
unfortunately,  
this is all
imaginary