Those beautiful men and women
On your TV screens
And in those magazines,
Legs like creamy marble pillars,
Chests and *******
Of sculpted, smoothest bronze,
They, too, are unprotected,
And gaze at each other, comparing, agonising
Defeated, out-competed.
Perfection is unerotic,
It's reality that drives those flares of lust.
Protect your imperfections,
Nurture and embrace them,
They are beautiful, alluring,
The story of you.
Someone is dreaming
right now,
Of wide hips, scarred arms,
Bitten nails,
Asymmetry,
Dimpled thighs,
Crinkled eyes,
Captivated by 'flaws',
Mine, their own, and yours.