Get to know her naked mind.
Not her naked body.

                        With love,
Madison May 11
I want a man who wants to strip me of my walls,
Not my clothes.
Rory May 4

find the most interesting, beautiful, and important part of your figure;
observe with fresh eyes, and new hands
until you can touch the figure in your mind


do not hold him just yet.

transform him to his most basic and essential qualities.
observe the way light plays against his skin, the darker shadows under his neck, the curve of his lips
the muscles along his arms and blood in his veins
holding your brush with care, start an outline

go slow at this stage

find a way to capture his gaze.
a gaze away could mean disinterest or distraction
an animated gaze forward means your figure is engaged


trace him with your brush
focusing on the base of his neck,
his broad, naked shoulders,
his back and the curves that connect to his thighs.

when you have an outline: wait

wait until you hear the pounding of your own heartbeat
paint the feeling of his hands against your hips
wait until you feel his lips brush up against
the base of your neck,
your slender, naked shoulders,
your back
your stomach
and lower

at this very moment, you feel yourself painted by him

you become a shade, a highlight, a smudge back into the canvas
and he pulls you in closer
until you both become one image

you watch him as he takes your paint brush away
you are naked and you do not remember if he painted
your clothing off with a brush of his own
or if you took them off yourself

such trivial detail is not essential to the big picture

this is when the real picture is painted
when you yourself become a series of circles and textures
and your body no longer feels real

you are two figures, ready to be painted

you capture this moment.
Stripped off desires,
i am naked.
running through a forest of thoughts,
i am going wild.
newfound appreciation of life,
i am free.

stripped off emotions,
i am naked.
feeding of nature,
i am going wild.
a new perspective,my perspective,
i am free.

stripped off attachments,
i am naked.
so much to explore,
i am going wild.
no boundaries, no limitations,
i am free.

what a feeling it is !
a naked body, so light.
a wild mind, so right.
what a feeling it is,
to be naked, wild and free.
live light, live right
Me Díaz May 2
And I am left exposed.
And on those days, and on those nights,
You can count the times I’ve wanted to die,
Right behind every dying star’s light.

M•(e). Díaz
I'm just gonna do a dump of stuff I've written in the past few weeks but have neglected to's gonna be a bit...
She was nearly naked
When she handed me that smoothie,
Because I felt drained
I was more concerned
With my nutritional needs
And with the ingredients in the smoothie
Than her nudity.
Don't get me wrong.
I APPRECIATED the eye candy.
I wanted to get to the Abyssinia Restaurant
Before the Hot Bar closed at 3:00 P.M..
It's important to get enough legumes in one's diet!
Though I felt gratified
By the sexual exhibitionism,
I just
Couldn't hang around too long.
I talk with a lot of Mexican Guys
About the intense HATRED
That President Donald Trump
And his crony,
Ann Coulter,
Have for people from Mexico
And other parts of Latin America.
They say that most Mexican Men are rapists,
But I don't see any evidence of it
Around here.
To be honest,
Most Mexican Fellows I know
Treat women with respect.
When I see artistic nude photos of Mexican Women on 500px,
I become aware of What the problem is.
Most guys,
When they contemplate the bare skin
Of a Mexican Woman,
They just want to lick it like an Ice Cream Cone.
They can't help it!
It's instinctive,
I suppose.
If a nude photo of Ann Coulter appeared on 500px,
I don't know how many men
Would want to lick her light skin
Like an Ice Cream Cone?
Not that many.
It just doesn't appeal to them.
I think this is what gets the virulent racism going.
This artistic nude photo by Juan Carlos Salcedo of Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico on 500px inspired this poem.
MfP Apr 14
As I lay here
With nothing left
For the whole world to see
My walls stripped down
My innocence crumbling to my feet
To what this will bring
Uncomfortable with the thought
Of never being the same
Inspired by the idea
That this shame
Of being transparent
Of being completely naked
For all the world to see
People might begin to see me
They might begin to see
That the reason this river runs down my face
Is from the many times my trust has been misplaced
That the reason my hands shake
Is from the thought of every mistake
That the reason my walls were built so high
Was because I was too afraid of hearing these lies
The lies of many who have barged into my life
Telling me there here to stay
Telling me it’s bright as day
When all I was in was darkness
But as I stand here naked
I am proud of my uniqueness
I am proud of how I got here
I am proud of who I am
Mary Frances Apr 3
When I write, my feelings are bare
Showing skin and colors
Stripping naked like the breezy autumn air.

When I write, I'm torn between a lot of things
Just like the innocence of a child being corrupted and tainted by what the world brings.

When I write, I feel like a warrior equipped for war
And the armor I have are pen and paper.

When I write, it feels refreshing
Just like the break of the dawn, full of hope and sun rays gleaming.

When I write, I feel closer to you in every turn
My words are full of passion and never afraid of getting burned.
Jack Mar 28
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of sex and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
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