I have learnt that worth isn't measured linearly
For I am good enough for your hungry eyes
To trace every curve and fold of my figure
Yet I am not worthy of our lips meeting
And the warmth of your being infusing into mine.
I am attractive enough for you to see me in my most vulnerable state,
Yet I should not even dare to wish to hold your hand
Because I am only good enough when I don't have any clothes on.