One day, when it comes,
My skin will be of diamond.
You can't pierce it down,
Nor shred it to pieces and howl loud,
Unlike warm, mellow flesh.

You won't bore your lustful claws inside me,
Nor dig your teeth in my body.
For my skin will destroy you,
And charr you up, like my tattoo.

One day you see, my breasts
Will be of rubies.
Then I won't need to 'protect' them no more,
From the eager, greedy, eyeballs.

My whole body, glistening with light,
Will daunt the eyes on them.
As for now, all that remains of me is flesh,
Raw, soft and red.