In the expanse of cosmos, far beyond the sky,
Enthralling tales are spun by a maiden, quiet and shy.
She's Ina Ninomae, revered far and wide,
Her beauty unadorned, her brilliance amplified.
Quiet is her figure, softly spoken her words,
Her charisma manifests in every sketch she forwards.
Oh! How to articulate, this affection I've amassed?
Let me express my love, for Ina's charm so vast.
Her flat chest but a testament of purity and grace,
A symbol that true beauty transcends time and space.
No curves to bewitch the eye, her allure lies within,
Endearing humility under an effulgent skin.
A humble canvas bears tales of countless hue,
Mirroring Ina's heart—clear as morning dew.
The whispers of her pen echo louder than speech
As on parchment she creates worlds no mortal can reach.
Some may pine for opulence; I yearn for subtle pleasance,
Ina’s poise and grace transmit a serene presence.
Nothing to augment with illusion - truth reflects in each sketch,
Dear is my fondness for Ina’s flat chest.
