my hair is your world
sending thoughts of my soul.
my eyes are the truth
with which your body grows old.
my lips are a language
and you're constantly told.

my shoulders are the ground
from which you're kept upright.
my bosom is a flavor
that keeps you stirring at night.
my navel is a pathway
and you put up a fight.

my thighs are a sensation
which you hold in your grasp.
my knees are a theory
which your mind wants to rasp.
my skin is a feather
and, like a bird, you are trapped.

my body is a lifestyle
you can't walk away.
my mind is a burden
but you still want to stay.