I love being naked.
Taking my panties off,
and throwing them in the corner.
Taking my BVDs off,
and heaving them across the floor.
I love being naked.
No t-shirts on, no blue jeans on,
no under garment to wear.
Just the bare necessties.
Just me, myself and I, standing
all alone in my birthday suit.
I love being naked.
Absolutly, no clothing over my body whatsoever.
My body bursting with action.
Waiting to get a sun tan.
Waiting to quiver in the shower.
Waiting for soap to go all over.
I love being naked.
Will somebody please throw me a towel?
Love this poem and hope to read somemore in coming days. Better work. keep it up.
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I would like to translate this poem
Why we all are spending money buying new modern clothes forgetting that the most blissful moments are without clothes?