Award knowledge to me: I’m curious!
Show! It strips you no-how for me seeing.
Or if it did, was not woman the first
to give up for genius her well-being?
No sight could raze a towered nipple, nor bruise.
I’m just keen-curious to see you nude.
But in sight’s engraving what’s depicted
there are whips that make scars’ puffy stain.
By light-scratchings I’ll be self-afflicted
photographing your picture in my brain.
Keep your panty line, black cotton to brown skin;
again your camisole is fine where it is.