It may shock,

But I have an underneath.

A layer of delicacy,

Silk like skin.

Not just my face,

My hands,

Seen everyday.

I have my raw,

Passionate emotion.

Subdued by my clothing,

My everything,

My all.

Every piece of flesh,

Every hair,

Exposed.

To the breeze,

Of the open air,

That sudden gust.

It may not

Be pretty,

Or,

In any way,

Handsome.

But it's mine,

And maybe another's,

One day.

So I ask,

Do not laugh.

At the thought,

Of my nakedness.

But behold,

The expression,

Each naked body,

Depicts.