Its not a body, but a poem
In Japanese perhaps
Whose text orientation- a mystery
a mastery in magic
In the musical notes
That your limbs hide; not so well
There are arias, for lovers
Nubile and unborn
I can hope; though with struggle
To wander off into this orchard
of sheer pleasure and pluck vine
Untasted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem