Body

Nice calves.

Nice ass.

Your waist. Oh my.

To tell you the truth, it is quite odd.

The whole experience of watching those words about my body strut out of your mouth in perfect formation,

and the phenomena of your eyes looking up to mine in pleased expectation,

Oh, you'd like me to blush in pleased flusteration.

But, my friend, what makes you think I will like it when you comment on my body? 

That it is good it looks that way?

what if it didn't?

it's like you're saying, you did good. 

keep it up. 

and what if it did?

and?

what a turnoff.

all my intrigue of you, gone in a split second.

You just think you're so sly ironing that prefabricated scarf.

Come, now, tell me really what is going on in your mind that's welding

A cording unto societal expectation so tightly!

But don't you worry, I'm an architect.

I do know of an engineer who works with veneer.

It'll be a quick procedure.

One, two, three, one, two, three. Tell me, who do you wish to be?