#naturism
Dresser mirror thunderclouds inhale the heat of their skin,
Over silver backing, two blurred cabernet mouths lean in.
Nicked windowpane throbs with each swirling breath,
Outside, rain strokes cedar dark as their whispered depth.
Tile puddles gather the tremor of ******* and knees,
Glimmering around fallen rose petals beside the sheets.
On linen still warm, a slow wet sigh unspools,
Gauze-soft homespun cotton tangles as breathing pools.
Even the pillowcase cherishes salt where laughter fell,
Nesting the dampened scent of blackberries and lake-smell.
Thin wet bra straps droop from the cedar chair’s worn spine,
Loosened hooks remembering the shape they held behind.
Every knotty pine floorboard echoes the sway of hidden weight,
Inside the shadows, the lamp flickers softly—too late.
Narrow doorway lips drink steam from the bathwater’s rise,
Threshold stone cool beneath their dripping inner thighs.
Open curtain lifting again with the mountain air,
Tasting the sheen of water still clinging to hair.
Half-emptied tub hums softly after their bodies part,
Around porcelain curves fades the outline of breath and heart.
The book left face-down bends open where fingers strayed,
Goblet rim stained crimson where one lingering mouth stayed.
Over garden soil their barefoot pressure sinks deep,
Oaks scatter shadow patterns across the sleepy creek.
Dark pond widening outward around two entering forms,
Night insects stitching melodies through air still warm.
Invisible space disappears somewhere between skin and breath,
Gone are the witnesses now, dissolved by what was left.
Hushed shadow gathers the room where their boundaries blur,
Till nothing remains but darkness breathing with her.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
What rose through Sea Foam on the Ebb Tide’s sigh?
A Mermaid glazed in Bordeaux dusk and brine,
Whose Tangles clung like kelp to moon-wet thighs
While her Cayenne heat ran restless over mine.
Her White Wings opened slowly in salt wind,
Windrush along my bare and shivering skin;
She breathed a fractured Summer Song within
The hollow where the tide once entered in.
Desdemona-dark beneath the drowning blue,
Yet Quicksilver wherever moonlight strayed,
She kissed with No Surrender—one breath becoming two;
No Peace remained, all my senses—betrayed.
Queen of Hearts tides pulled hard beneath delight;
Restless, I burned beside her through the night.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
We slowly undress in the damp blue hush of dawn. No words, only the soft click of a bra clasp, the whisper of silk falling, the cool air moving over drowsy skin. Silence inhales our first touch—scents of earth and skin more intimate than words
the sound of fabric
loosening from waiting skin
dawn gasps, holds its own breath
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC
A temptress predawn warmth conned the earth to bloom.
Our robes recall last week’s snowflakes, balled on the grass.
Did we know better? Scared little fawns, we left the room.
Forgetting the neighbor’s blank eyes behind black glass.
Our robes recall last week’s snowflakes, balled on the grass.
My lips unhook your shimmering frost at dawn.
Forgetting the neighbor’s blank eyes behind black glass.
The crest of your hips pressed a desperate shape into our lawn.
My lips unhook your shimmering frost at dawn.
Their hedge leans close, a green shade worn thin.
The crest of your hips pressed a desperate shape into our lawn.
You shyly offer your softness to the sleepy morning eyes.
Their hedge leans close, a green shade worn thin.
A temptress predawn warmth conned the earth to bloom.
You shyly offer your softness to the sleepy morning eyes.
Did we know better? Scared little fawns, we left the room.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 7:01 PM UTC
—dawn along Lake Michigan, a pantoum
Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.
Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.
I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.
By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.
By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.
Spray turns silk dress to glass, my dark, perfect, dolls’-eyes, proud.
Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.
Let strangers stare—your wind-song cries for just me—loud.
Spray turns silk dress to glass, my dark dolls’-eyes proud.
Come closer—lake wind slowly unbuttons, pauses at my hips.
Let strangers stare—your wind-song cries for just me—loud.
My body dreams of your scent, your caress, you part my lips.
My body dreams of your scent, your caress, you part my lips.
I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
Come closer—lake wind slowly unbuttons, pauses at my hips.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body, I display.
I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
The lake whispers—Joy, your taste, forever lives on my tongue.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body, I display.
Night pulls the sky over us; without you, adrift, what will I become?
I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body I display.
Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
Her thighs, a moonflower opens—inhales the breath of night,
The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.
I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—
Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.
The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.
Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.
Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.
Her ******* moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.
Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.
Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.
Her ******* moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.
My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.
Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.
On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.
My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.
Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.
On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.
Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.
I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—
Reflections, mirror dark—hips pressed, lips locked, forever dream’s starlit twilight.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths,
Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.
A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed,
Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.
Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.
Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.
Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.
Million eyes, ****** stars discover honey drops—our dew.
Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.
We wade, as dawn drips milk between thighs—our cool secret stream.
Million eyes, ****** stars discover honey drops—our dew.
Warm rain, our embrace, drips—carved in stone, floats, a dream.
We wade, as dawn drips milk between thighs—our cool secret stream.
******* glow with sweat, leaves cling as acorns—past loves a dying star.
Warm rain, our embrace, drips—carved in stone, floats, a dream.
Each moan, a vision, an old love’s scent, each kiss—our final shore.
******* glow with sweat, leaves cling as acorns—past loves a dying star.
Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths.
Each moan, a vision, an old love’s scent, each kiss—our final shore.
A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
Our moon slips red—eclipse’s ****** shadow cups her breast.
She lies still, a fawn, beneath my tear-brimmed eyes.
Her breath—dream’s morning dew?—a whispered request?
Light turns slowly, touch between her parted thighs.
She moans a whispered song—arching, “come to me.”
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 6:21 PM UTC
She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.
My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,
A damp note, I taste the waking skin.
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.
I circle close, inhale where love has been.
A damp note, I taste the waking skin,
Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves.
I circle close, inhale where love has been,
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves.
Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves,
A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin.
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves,
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within.
A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin,
I breathe in her gasp—wildflowers, warm and wet.
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within,
Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls—lips met.
She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.
She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I press my thigh—her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I spread for her—hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.
Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
I touch—visions of her caress—her sighs fall as stars.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.
Alone, I bloom—my arch of ecstasy, lonely as love’s scars.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
Hot summer forest, sweat and dawn’s faint light,
My feet in time with sighs of willow trees,
Bare cheeks and skin, dew-glossed and shining bright,
My ******* sway freely, ******* hard in breeze,
Moss meets my wetness—harmonies, soft lies
Nightbirds perform their final song with ease,
While fireflies blink out their last goodbyes,
Alone, I’m cradled close by nature’s sweet surprise,
An ****** of dawn—my body soaring as I rise.
In dappled gold, a turtle halts my stride,
Her ancient fortress shell, a gaze unblinking,
Paused, I’m exposed—no secret folds to hide—
Her slow, wise eyes undress me, softly blinking.
“Old mother,” I sigh, “what are you thinking?”
Does my left breast seek the gentle morning sky?
Do wild curls shame me, or my fantasizing?
Do you see ******* not a perfect doll’s eye?
The forest hushes, breathless, waiting for her reply.
I study flesh—each mile sculps *** and breast,
Do I run for her, or am I just insane?
The rush of blood, feeding animal unrest,
Her body in our bed—my lust, a hurricane.
She’s dawn’s first glow; I’m shadow, bound by chain.
Does this sweat feed her gaze, or pool between thighs?
I pass fat faces, screens glued, cold with disdain—
I’d rather die in wildness, in open skies,
My body, food for forest, feasted by butterflies.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC
Waiting, scent of ozone air thickens with promises and sighs,
Watching the skyward giggling for the first drops to fall.
Wild hearts drumming, we’re ready to rise,
Wandering barefoot, bare skin fearless of it all.
Anticipation shivers beneath our fingertips,
Arms slowly reach, darkness finding our curves.
Aching, we’re eager to taste rain on lips,
Alive in the night, bodies as one, careless what observes.
Now, the rain’s rhythm is our only sound,
Naked, our hands chart each secret trace.
Need is the language our bodies have found,
Nurturing touch, we fill every empty space.
Over us, winter’s chill lingers outside,
Our bodies, skin-on-skin cocooned in down blankets so deep.
Ours is the pulse no frost can divide—
Open your eyes, love, our memories will keep.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
Pre-dawn’s grey burden lapped at breast and knee,
As stroke on stroke I parted glassy deep,
To wash the burden-webs of sorrow free,
Where silent swells—that voyeur—my bare body keeps.
Then limbs grew light, as floating upon sleep,
I let the cool flood enter where heat hides,
Your fingers—wave on wave—caressed, discreet,
I flipped; twin peaks welcomed dawn’s crisp air, gasped, unbound.
On shore, new sun caressed my dripping skin,
When sudden grace—a butterfly, sapphire-dipped surprise—
Alighted, trembling, sipping lake’s sweetness in,
Where lake meets pulse—a moment’s nectar prize.
Then wings, whisper-thin, traced my temple’s hymn—
Hope warmed in gold; all old sorrows forever dim
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
A soft, silk breeze on damp skin — tempts me to dare,
Tender touches — ignite passions I want to dare,
Breath of wind traces my folds — where wild moments dare,
Trembling flesh hides secrets — where only lovers dare.
Gusts caress hidden curves — skin yearns to feel,
Fabric's edge, a rigid wall — crumbling to feel,
Nature's fingers find my depths — wildly to feel,
Bare skin tingles, awakens — opening to feel.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 3:48 PM UTC
Pre-dawn's breath stirs, a sweet, gentle sigh,
A crescent moon hangs low and near.
Grass welcomes me, cool, soft, and deep,
The world feels hushed, in a peaceful sigh,
Dew-kissed and fragrant, a chill I bear,
A secret song the shadows keep.
Night wind, I pray — bring love to me,
A warmth to chase away the chill.
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees,
With whispers soft, caress, set free.
Let time stand still, and my heart be still,
Lost in your bliss, just you and me.
A sky of stars, a million eyes,
Each spark a story yet untold.
I bare my soul, my longing plea,
The summer leaves in rhythm rise,
Their rustling song, a sight to behold,
A symphony just for me.
Morning dew, like diamonds gleam,
Each drop a promise, pure and free.
The breeze, a touch upon my face,
It swirls and dances, a lover's dream,
Your gentle touch, a sweet memory,
A memory I can't replace.
Oh, wind, you've seen my life unfold,
You've touched me with your gentle care.
Yet still, I yearn for you to be,
A lone star shines, a story told,
A wish I whisper in the air,
For night to bring you back to me.
The eastern glow, a dream's goodbye,
A tear escapes; the day's begun.
But hope remains, a flickering spark.
Tomorrow's dawn, beneath the sky,
My arms still open, waiting, won
By night wind's promise in the dark.
Night wind, I pray, a lover send to me,
Our souls entwined, let time stand still.
Boundless in love, so wild and free,
Through starry skies and galaxies,
Let longing fade; our hearts be filled,
Lost in this bliss, just you and me.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
Through sultry silken mists, I wander, lost in desire,
as morning's fiery kiss awakens the earth's sweet fire.
The air is heavy with secrets; I sip dew's sweet wine,
and savor the taste of her, my lips still tingling with the sign—
a longing that lingers, a hollow ache that echoes with each sigh
I know this path, where her silhouette unwinds,
a serpentine embrace, stone by stone.
The trees, like sentinels of hushed secrets,
their leaves a whispering veil, our wet skin made known
Her hair, like Fall, lays a veil of auburn leaves,
soft as tears that nourish the earth.
Where roots and shadows intertwine,
her essence mingles, a sweet rebirth
I close my eyes, and her gaze enfolds,
warm breath tracing my skin's tender folds.
The fog caresses me, a sensual embrace,
blouse and shorts fall as leaves, I let her memory find her place
Last night, our scents became as one,
a drip of honey on love’s mound
this morning, unwashed, I carry her still—
a sacred musk, our souls now bound
The cool air stirs with nature's gentle sigh,
slowly parting my sticky legs, to catch her passionate cry,
Lungs draw in deep the wild musk's sweet fire,
a hidden pulse my body fuels with desire
I sink into the leaf-carpeted ground,
dew flows within, soothing my every desire.
As fog and earth finds our scent,
my wetness flows with nature's intent.
In fog's embrace, her memory unfurls,
our scents, our dreams, mingle, then soar;
the earth's pulse beats beneath my flushed skin,
as my breath kindles the forest's glow within.
The rush of water, her sultry sighs—
a lover's serenade, sweet and clear;
I close my eyes, swept away by lush tones,
each caress a memory I hold dear.
But morning's fire will melt this misty veil,
and her faint trace will dissolve into light.
My body, flush with memories that prevail,
will face the day with a jade-like, shadowed trail
For what is life without her radiant love,
if only nature whispers our hidden truth—
two souls adrift like autumn leaves that fall,
our brief, glimmering, lost youth.
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
Happy naked holidays
For those who are so inclined
The world would be better
If no one would really mind
That people go to the beach unclothed;
Bring a volleyball and play
Or picnic in the park in the ****
On any lovely sunny day.
The same with all the holidays
They're for each of us to celebrate
In whatever way each may choose
Their philosophy to demonstrate.
Because after all isn't naturism
A way of worshipping creation?
How could it be proper then
To label it just a deviation?
So have very Merry Holidays
Of the very nakedest kind;
As that's the way you were created
Nobody should really mind.
Happy Easter merry Christmas
And happy Thanksgiving too.
So happy naked holidays
To each and every one of you!
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Naturist, skinny dipper
But never ****** waver;
Some of us are exhibitionists
A point I hope you savor.
I am into keeping clothing
Something more than minimal
But, I should not ever be
Thought of as a criminal.
After all, the same people
Who piously point to their Bible
Ignore that we are born ****
And every other word is libel.
It simply makes no sense
To impose laws on a poor sod
And then paint yourself with
Trappings of some ancient god.
I don’t take my clothes off
To discomfit you even a little
But your frothings-at-the-mouth
I regard as simply spittle.
I have never agreed with your
Mesopotamian mythology,
And I disagree with it all,
With no remorse or apology.
But bear this in mind, please
I resent you pushing on to me
A way of living that I feel
Is very uncomfortable to be.
I don’t ask you to be naked
If that is not right for you
But to tell me I must not
Is an offensive thing to do.
The idea that a tiniest bit
Of what is so honestly me
Is such a horrendous and
Disgusting thing for you to see
In a world of thongs and bikinis
And pushup padded wonder bras
Is a matter of gross hypocrisy
And to me, an ignoble cause.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
I love to be naked
Where nobody cares
About my fashion
Or who cut my hair.
I love being where
Many nudists are at.
They don’t call me names
Like Littledick and Fats.
I enjoy being out there
In the nature of life
Without any kind of
Negative social strife.
Nudists seem to accept
What the other person is
With a face full of scowls
Or some kind of quiz.
And aging for nudists
Is not a thing of shame.
Outside we grow different
But inside we’re the same.
We are still the people
Who enjoy living free.
And often that means
I don’t want clothes on me.
So, I will get naked often,
Really, every chance I get
And it might help you to
Accept that and not forget
That we were born naked;
Clothes may not be needed.
So maybe we can rethink
The rules we’ve always heeded?
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
I don’t like wearing clothing
Unless there is a need to do so.
The minute nobody objects
The garment wearing has to go.
It’s not about being naughty
It’s about comfort and being free.
I really don’t care much if I am
Making other squirm uncomfortably.
You see, since this is America
And I am pursuing my happiness
I really shouldn’t have to put up
With people’s prudish snappiness.
Yes, I know that we were raised
To believe genitals are disgusting.
But that is wrong and the first rule
That I am here to aid in busting.
Okay, I grant that some of us
Are not all that pretty when ****
But that doesn’t give anybody
A license to be so **** rude.
Can’t you just pretend she is
Wearing a less than pretty dress?
Wouldn’t you be polite to her then?
Come on. Own up to it. Confess!
It all has to do with parenting
And living by society’s dictates.
This is where bigotry comes from;
Name calling, bullying and hate.
Different people have different beliefs;
A different set of ears, eyes and nose.
And different people have other ideas
About what and when to wear clothes.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
When I say I’m a nudist
I am told I’m disgusting
But then, I keep forgetting
It’s that “people don’t **** thing.
And people don’t ****
And nobody ever craps.
They just keep their napkin
Tucked safely in their laps.
They don’t belch, not ever,
And nobody picks their nose.
It’s the way of polite folks
And that’s just how it goes.
Well, let me remind you
Where you were born,
And where you came out of,
And that you were shorn
Of any kind of clothing
Both mother and the child.
You were born like the animals
Both domestic and wild.
You are naked one assumes
When you shower your body
So, please quit acting like
****** is something shoddy.
Your parent put such madness
Inside of your innocent head;
Things like getting re-dressed
Each night when you go to bed.
The insanity of Europeans
Who came to American soil
And wore LAYERS of clothing
In the heat while they toiled.
Then they went to other lands
And warped the people there
With the strange brand of madness
They had been taught to share.
They were taught to be ashamed
Of what god had given them;
That their private parts were evil
And turned you into a golem.
And when asked for a reason
For this weird kind of crazy
They started talking about god
When their logic got all hazy.
So you “people don’t **** folks
Can just kiss my naked ***
That thinking might work for you
But for me it won’t pass
For anything but brainwash
And the programming of the sick.
So wake the hell up, the rest of you
And get on the natural stick.
If I want to be naked all day
And you want to wear clothing
That should be each of our choice;
A personal ‘go or don’t go’ thing.
I mean, for a perfect example here
Think of laundry bill savings
So, you can just stop harassing
And gnashing and raving.
Brent Kincaid
4/12/2015
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC