Skin so soft , hair flows freely.

Hard ropy muscle that ripple from left to right when the body is in motion.

Harsh, brash and crude, heart of gold allowing love as sweet as nectar to flow as freely as the blood spilled in battle.

Not one external scar, not one imperfection, simply…flawless.

But inside, scars run a muck like army ants pouncing on freshly fallen death ripping away at it with their sharp mandibles.

Yet, the spirit never wavers to the hate that could be nourished.

Self sacrifice, a choice made that sprang from the birth of a heart, not a burden of labored responsibility.

Skin so soft, made to hold the one loved.

Ropy muscle, brute strength, made to protect the weak.

Harsh , brash, crude…created to protect… Skin so Soft.