My skin is white

On my skin the pallor of winter.

My skin desperately calls for sunlight.

I must wait a little longer and  I'll be naked in the sun, I'll be able to offer myself naked to the kisses and caresses of the sun's rays and I'll finally be naked for the glances of the world.

And my body will welcome them both, with joy.

I will abandon myself and let myself be completely possessed: it is a promise.