My Body, My Portal and Present.
If by virginity I am a saint,
then by their searing eyes I am a pervert.
Repulsiveness defines how my innocence got defiled.
It was pure love.
My body, my curves and flaws I intend to hide.
If by curves I am sexy,
then with flirting I am a whore.
Dirty talks I abhor,
and nobility what men of nowadays ignore;
for the body they implore.
Chalking it up to love.
Love thaf becomes nasty.
To men the body is what only makes it tasty.
Undermining how it feels lacking safety.
My body, my present and portal.