Buried Treasure

Many men try to find

Gold mines between these thighs

But they’ll probably never find it

Cause it requires more digging

You see

There’s truth in these curves

Truth so dark that those who aren’t equipped might crash

That’s why they choose to speed through it like they’re trying to get home before curfew

Cause this truth would distort their image of me

It would ruin their fantasy that they grind up and roll into me

And blow out

Besides no one ever got high off of reality

No, they’d rather ignore the stretch marks imprinted on my skin like a table of contents

Directing them to the stories of past lovers armored in lust

Filling me with empty promises of temporary nothings

This body is a hotel

It only knows visitors

I love you is the only key to open its doors

And although some may have had extended stays, everyone eventually leaves

Someday I wish to meet a smart pirate

One who doesn’t fall for fools gold

One who sees that there are riches in staying

Because the true treasure is buried in my essence

Which can’t be advertised in sexy lingerie...