Baby- you have no idea the stories a pretty body can tell.
Strip it down, you'll practically hear the mutilations yell.
The scars, clear and defined, all scream and shout.
All the trapped, taunting spirits fighting to be let out.
Then you'll see why every little touch unearths a flinch.
Will you accept every single imperfect inch?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem