1:30pm, Friday Afternoon;
before me was an hourglass figure
lost in her own beauty
lit by limelight
illuminated with every smirk and grin
she dropped her robe
wearing her armoured skin
I studied every inch of every curve
from her waist to her unsupported *******
her uncovered belly and vulnerable legs
her beauty was bulletproof
she was foolproof
solely dominant in her free flowing wind
she ruled the world
without speaking a word
she found men drooling
but they would degrade her
they would lessen her
women would study her
in the privacy of their homes
but squint their eyes at a pass by
i don't see the issue
why must she be put down
I've stared at her for 9 minutes now
the difference from hips to waist
the body she's accepted she can't replace
I do not see insufficiency
nor lack of anything
as a matter of fact she had everything
I was lost in reality
not the falsified dismantled claim
of the jealous fool
she put pity on those of insecure judgement
she was not a *** object standing before me
she was an invaluable soul
weighted by comments
locked in her mindful safe
it is now 1:43
and admittedly
I was lost entirely in her persistent and almost torturous stance
as a young woman naked and vulnerable
but trusting of me to adore her
instead of disguise her truth in snide  
she was a weightless soul
carrying the weight of the world