Every body has a story, and I want to read yours.
The wisdom in your eyes, the coyness of your smile,
I'd like to know their origins,
and outside of your clothes,
you have a grace unshown when you're covered,
and looking at you makes me want to know
the movements that built every muscle,
the event behind every freckle, every scar,
and I know that the story is a long book,
but I'll not be greedy.
I'll read you one day at time.