I do hope this poem won’t shock or offend you,
it’s not my intention to do you such wrong,
but this is the last one that ever I’ll send you
if you are not naked when I end my song.
If you are still wearing your clothes when you’ve finished
I’ll have to accept that you really don’t care for me;
my hopes and libido will both be diminished
if once you have read it you will not go bare for me.
My Muse has now threatened to go out on strike
if you don’t inspire me, going butt naked,
but if you won’t show me the woman I like
at least spare my feelings by trying to fake it.
2/2/04
hmmm... clothing optional poetry, I have to say that is a new one... Too funny! -Eila
I've just about managed to stay in my clothes, sorry Gersh.: -) Another saucy little number. That aside, has Mrs H given you my message? Warm regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Compared to my erotica Gershon, this little ditty is a walk in the park! lol. A sweet rhyme though it is...my cloths are very much still on....you have no idea how cold it is here! Sheepskin booted, body warmer suited! Tai