The Body of Aphrodite

I just got done taking secret photos,
my body finally unhidden from these clothes.
I have the body of a Greek goddess,
of Aphrodite especially.

I'd love for once to be seen
not as a Playboy doll,
but as a result of nature.
Of how nature creates us all.

I have an enviable body,
they say.
But I do not see
that I'm better nor worse.
I just am.

These breasts have been licked
by dogs
that are actually human.
These hips have been
thrashed.

Ugh, sex.
The thing that does not feel good anymore,
yet brings about life.

I'm skinny yet curvy.
I'm Kim Kardashian
without trying.
Yet I'm still Aphrodite
and the Renaissance ladies
who have long been forgotten.
I am both the catch
and the prize.
I won lust,
not deep, deep love.

What is this thing called...love?
I don't know.
Will my body and soul be cherished
or will it be thrown away?

I took those photos,
that I cannot let anyone see,
for they would become pigs
and dogs
that I'd have to constantly feed.

I'm a goddess,
and I need a fallen angel
not of this Earth
of eat and shit
and repeat.