Let me be cartographer of your flesh.
With fingers, lips and tongue,
I want to map desires down the line of your back.
Let me explore Tasmania in the Caribbean of your skin.
With eyes, dreams and imagination,
I want to map wild valleys and Nature-made mountains...
Let me see gravity at its sensual best.
With verse, song and music,
I want to love your wild and naked every second of forever.
Amanda Palmer is wise,
You look perfect… free and wild.
Ricardo Arjona is right… you would have been born clothed,
if Nature thought splendor had to be camouflaged.