the beauty and he...who has 'heads' but no 'brains'

everything about you is beautiful
your nakedness is unbelievable
divine virgin untouched
your skin smell like the assence of the ripening fruits in the hot mid summer
so ripe that it is so inviting even from afar
lips so tender sweet as honey, every breathe exhale cool breeze
femine long fingers reaching up the horizon exposing every curve
the soft eyes hidden under the lashes
a drop of your tears would tame horrible beasts
who will beg to be touched, to be felt
as a single stroke of your bare skin send signals of desire
craving you for sweetness like a hypoglycaemic
your slender long legs dipped into the flowing river inbetween the thighs
mesmerising scene any strangers would not resist
hypnotised by your beauty
is this real, is it fake?
everything about you is beautiful
your nakedness is unbelievable
divine virgin untouched

but that was long ago before he sees you
he...who has 'heads' but no 'brains'
who also sees everything about you beautiful
but in the view of evil eyes

to him, you have to be touched, to be felt
but only for him and him alone
he...who has 'heads' but no 'brains'
torned every inch of your body with crooked hands
tossed you around, leaving bruises and scars
denying your rights to be shared, to be preserved for mother nature
he...who has 'heads' but no 'brains'
with greed to own, to posses
to control, to expose your body into cheap market
for moments of excitement
untill you are totally striped naked with open wounds
your slender long legs are now dipped into flowing red river
bare flat chest totally mastectomised
who is to blame?
your nakedness or your natural beauty that was once before ever charming?
no!
its him...who has 'heads' but no 'brains'
a little late...but, better late than never!