all this ultrasonic stuff reminded me of Walt Whitman's
"I sing the Body Electric"

"The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards,   
The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water,   
The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats—the horseman in his saddle,   
Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,   
The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,   
The female soothing a child—the farmer's daughter in the garden or cow-yard,   
The young fellow hoeing corn—the sleigh-driver guiding his six horses through the crowd,   
The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown, after work,   
The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,   
The upper-hold and the under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;   
The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,   
The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,   
The natural, perfect, varied attitudes—the bent head, the curv'd neck, and the counting;
Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother's breast with the little child,   
Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, and count."

the human body, male and female, can be a thing of beauty and wonder

Lets have a little more poetry and a little less Tabloid guys please.