Body

My body suffers with pseudo stigma of the physical.

Why didn’t God let my breast grow inwards?

So that u cud drive into me and caress from within,

The fruits of passion ; Tender and Juicy.

The inseparable curves of my unending desire!

So, I turned inside out - In love, with love, by love.

To let you reach my inner fruits those are,

Internally hidden for an eternal touch.

I waited tirelessly; I am still waiting unclothed ---
Peel of my skin! Chop off my breasts! as i retrieve to death,  

Not knowing how to turn outside-in again!