a body to use

[shady]

petite and tiny
but not small and whiny
an adult but youthful and sweet

sweep me away like a tree in a twister
my heart a hard and calloused blister
throwing me to-and-fro

then nurture me like a bird with clipped wings
my world, the palm of your rough hand

my heart is large
my bones are frail
my skin porcelain and silky-pale

dry out the windy river that paints my figure
with bundles of cotton and polyester

from head to toe
there's nothing to show
but a body to use when I surrender.

[adagio]

I think this paints a character really well. I really like your metaphors. Bravo!
To make it better, I would add some contrast. An different point of view perhaps? or anything to make your piece less static, to show the reader a direction to go from here

[patrickoday]

This one is very intriguing. From the first four stanzas I believe it is about someone who feels fragile and has been through much difficult love and pain. The fifth stanza kinda lost me. I'm not sure how cotton and polyester fit into the story. Then the last stanza feels almost nihilistic but maybe I am interpreting wrong.

[tun]

petite and tiny
but not small and whiny
an adult but youthful and sweet

sweep me away like a tree in a twister
my heart a hard and calloused blister
throwing me to-and-fro

then nurture me like a bird with clipped wings
my world, the palm of your rough hand

my heart is large

my bones your master
my skin blank plain smooth alabaster
 
dry out the windy river that paints my figure
with bundles of cotton and polyester

from head to toe
there's nothing to show
but a body to use when I surrender.

Look the thing is 'frail' indicates some sort of morbidity and it puts you off wanting to have sex with her. I don't know what the answer it really.