shirt off
warm body pressed against his bed
his hands touching along my spin
looking at my freckles as if they were stars in his universes
i felt so valued
nobody has ever touched me so purely
i wish all of him and I were pure
i laugh because it tickles me
but i mainly laugh because i never thought in a million years i would be half naked in your bed.
Phi Jul 30
I don’t always like being naked
even in my own home
but in this heat
it’s either strip or die

There are those with A/C
acting so civilized
as they turn back temperatures
concerned for their sweat

I’m wet with jealousy
but the humility grew on me
moss in a steamy environment
condensation in the same

Now the only difference
is switching two letters
Walkin' 'round in m'skivvies
Sometimes,
Nude Photos of Women from 500px
Are the only thing
That can inspire any
Creativity in me,
But,
When I saw this Inferno in Greece
On Al-Jazeera,
It hit me hard!
People ran into the sea and huddled there,
Fleeing from the intensity
Of the flames.
Then,
Sometimes,
I'm spaced out and exhausted.
Traditional Persian Music
Is  the only type of music
That makes any sense
To me.
However, when I woke up this morning,
I,
Instinctively,
Turned on The Wall by Pink Floyd.
Certain issues I thought had been resolved
Whether it's within myself
Or in the Society I'm living in
Haven't really been resolved.
We've made a lot LESS progress
Than I want to believe that we've made.
So,
It's Back to the Drawing Board
For me!
When one's social life
Becomes severely limited,
The nude female models
On 500px
Start to seem like friends!
After all,
One can contact them whenever one wants to!
However,
I have no idea how to connect with a woman in the community
I would like to spend time with
Though I don't necessarily
Want her to strip naked
And pose for the camera
So I can
"Save"
Her image.
Most relationships in my life
Don't grow,
But the nude photos stay put on my Desktop
Like the stuffed Bison at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science.
It might not be alive,
But it's not going anywhere either.
rob kistner Jul 23
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clothes drape grey boulders

sun beats down on brisk blue lake

summer skinny dip

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Summer freedom!
After her striptease show,
Regina like to drink tea,
Have a snack with me
And chat.
"You know, Dan," she said.
"I think I've explored erotic dancing to its limit."
"There are very few new moves I can learn,"
"And,"
"Though I am more health conscious than most of these girls,"
"I'm getting older."
"I'm only so flexible."
"What can me tell you about writing?"
"Do you think I'd be any good at it?"
"Well," I told Regina.
"If you've already exposed your body on the stage,"
"Exposing yourself emotionally, spiritually and psychologically"
"Should be easy for you."
"I'd say,"
"Give it a shot!"
"Why don't you start by signing up with Hello Poetry?"
"Hmm," Regina thought.
"Do you think that the people who read Hello Poetry"
"Would be open to my message?"
"After all,"
"I've lived a different life than most ordinary people,"
"Dancing in this strip club for the past five years."
I reassured Regina.
"When you sign up with Hello Poetry,"
"You will find that there are no 'ordinary people',"
"And most have ideas stranger"
"Than anything"
"On your mind."
V Exeter Jul 21
In the deep gut of the woods,
we strip naked and play.
"Chex" under the tongue,
we whistle and wait.

Moon. Moon. Moon.
You. Ripple and wave.
Where is your face?
When people try to explain,
they say you have a face.
Moon. Moon. Moon.
You. You. Are cold white light
with infinite grace -- you don't need one.

In the high peak of our spikes,
we continue to touch.
Good. Good. Good.
Its serpentine length traces
a mold around you, fashioning stars.
You. Smash it. Smash. It.
Grind it to dust and
blow it from your palm.

You taste of human nature.
Human nature
summons a spice,
unlike star stuff.
Lying half naked in bed
thinking about all the lovers I haven't had
and sometimes it makes me mad
that they probably aren't even sad
cause there's always someone else they could have met

Filling myself up with solitary sensuality
I keep asking how much of this can be reality
when we were never one but lovers in singularity
and only in late-night-born words there was sexuality
merely a disturbance of tranquility

And as I lay there in the warmth of my solitude
Hot waters find an opening in unfulfilled gratitude
they leave my eyes, then run down my spine in some strange interlude
and I'm getting scared of an emtpy platitude
of feeling like a virgin prostitute

Because my spine is not endless
and neither is the beating of a heart kept loveless
I'm tired of phrases, of having to confess
to love that seems only to know how to obsess
that tries hard to be profound but then is still just heartless

I try to see some good in the fact
that my spine is therefor still somewhat intact
and beyond this tiring and ongoing act
I calm myself, 'There's still time to find', I'm committing to the pact
Raven Brewer Jun 2013
I stand before you naked and bare,
Vulnerable and scared
With trembling hands, and shaky breath
Because you gingerly stripped me
Of the armor I had long ago melded to my being.
You carefully untied the intricate knots
That had tangled my chaotic mind.
You skillfully unfastened the clasps,
Which held together my crippled heart.
You watched as my insecurities
Fell to the ground in a pile around my ankles.

I stand before you naked and bare
With trembling hands, and shaky breath
Because the impassioned stare your eyes posses
Pierces the façade that I had shrouded myself with.
The softness of your caressing lips
Comforts the exhaustion of fleeing love.
The heat of your searching hands
Melts the ice that encases my thoughts.
The pressure of your firm body
Pushes away the worries of acceptance.

I stand before you naked and bare
Because your love has set me free from myself.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 12
Silver lights shimmer
Tranquil peace from the moon
Its touch makes all rest

The moon stares at me
Deep into my very soul,
that's broken and bruised

She sees me naked
My true self that's so afraid
to keep moving on

But she calms me down
She shows me my inner light
The light I must spread
On the window sill currently, emotionally drained but still here none the less.
Today was so emotionally draining...
There's something so comforting about the moonlight, I feel like it seems who I really am inside.
Anyway, thank you everyone for your kind comments and support.
It means the world to me.
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