"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Oh me… Me? Me? Me?
I’m The tracing reminders of clothing-
of the clothing you love so much:
the panties, the bra, the bikini, and
every little white, pink, red, black, striped,
polka dotted, lacy, silky, cottony thinness
you ever saw- curvilinearly calling out to tell you that
This skin is the hidden skin.
This is where the ass is. This is where the tits are.
This is what you want, what you are looking for.