The outcome ready-known,
Though, the first version is never the best,
It's really just the bones,
But what body can exist without form?
Just as form's not enough,
You need the jungle of smells and colour,
That makes up the truly int'resting stuff,
That hints of the structure beneath the flesh,
A doctor feeling 'round,
Sniffing pores 'mongst hairs that have seen it all,
Yet nothing concrete found,
Invis'ble skin on skin,
Grown from interaction between bodies,
That's where the novel idea begins.