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I'm wearing a skirt on purpose
I lift my legs to rest on a pole
So that it rides up
And you touch me
You do that so well
The switch was turned on
And for me there is no off
Only completion
You rub me
Your turned on too
I can tell
My hand slips back and grazes
The graze becomes a rub
And before we know it we are bare
Our souls shown in the vulnerablity of this nudeness
Our bodies collide
I'm louder than I have been
The pounding is what I needed after all the riding I've done
I just can't help but moan
You say you love me
I love you too
I try to scratch because you like it
And I can't help myself
Eventually
We're done
And I feel closer to my soul mate than ever.
tread Jun 2011
What is a fear of death beyond ones fear of whence they came? You are not alive, if you were not dead prior. Our confusion and misconceptions are signs of something unsightly within society; an idea of cause and effect. There is no cause, and there is no effect, at least not beyond the ***** conclusions of the human mind, which is, in effect, all delusion. We're neither fools or saints, and it doesn't matter what you wear, where you're from, of what you believe in. We are all one in substance and one with the true and natural matter of the universe, when we're ****. Also, trust me. Being **** is only rude because our crude minds have altered the context of *** and what's beautiful. Disgust or attraction from ones naked body is a sign of our losing touch with reality. Do you prefer the looks of one tree to another? If not, should you care if whose **** is your girlfriend, your mom, or your brother?
This doesn't mean you should be sexually attracted to the latter, and not to the former... but one must understand the difference between nudeness and *****, because *** is beautiful, at least when it's normal, and raw.

*** is no sin, and nudeness no vice; sexists don't win, and nudists don't fight.
So pass me your bullets, artificial like clothing; put down your guns, a production of loathing.
Insecurity flourishes in Converse and cars, in defining whats right to Prime Ministers and Tsars,
So lift up your fists and break all of your fingers; allow all the pain inside your hands to linger,
Make doubly sure your trigger finger can't fire, otherwise that same finger may make a peace lover a liar.

Are we all higher than the primal sweat we perspire?
Yes; when we find it in our hearts to inspire, and not expire the souls of ourselves and of others;
To realize we are all but sisters and brothers,
Living as lovers,
In love.
Drew Jan 2014
What is it about a woman’s naked body
that is so beautiful to me?
there is nothing complex about it
it could be described simply
nearly uniform in color
with soft curves and small dips
light shadows emphasizing
her beauty
and tan lines 
showing if she is expertly ****
or lack there of
showing delicate new nudeness
muscles showing determination
or fat showing satisfaction
and the look upon her face
that says she is proud of what she has
or a curve in her back
that shows she knows what she’s got

I could see a thousand naked ladies
and still want to see a thousand more
do that with anything else
and I’d become sick of it
there is one simple thing
that has to be fulfilled
They have to be naked
stripped of clothing, makeup,
and shyness
because those takes away from the natural beauty
yet
the most beautiful part about
any woman
is knowing that she is happy
with her own naked body
brandon nagley Jun 2015
We shalt dance
As fairy tale waltz
We shalt sway
In nudeness of trough's

A ticket
Its gold
A wrapping
Packed soul
A queen in the kitchen
A man in invention mode!!!

Inventing a luxury dinner of the two lover's favorites!
PK Wakefield Sep 2010
A leviathan i'm beneath my skin:swimming
bulges veiny skeleton rippling dusted morsels
of
           muscular innovations

infinite minute orbs bustling scarlet oxygen
my limbs

            w,Re'tHe my copper hugeness

i'm so tiny, in your heat, innumerable witless drips of
sweaty hours drawn long nights groaning
in your skinny monument
i'm hip and teeths and fist     and gnashing
thigh  purple delicate spiderweb of bloodshot
moans
              hey
                     VENUS and cupid a cushion for his pins

in your nudeness. i'm skin just crumbling to your fingers
           in the finite naked cells of your palm
i love you

                      darling
Insane Reverie Dec 2014
One early morning,
Let me have you
By my side,
Get me a pen & paper
Ask me a poem to write
About our first
May be our forever
May be you can drive me a little
Or harder
Or faster
We can talk about colors
May be color from last night
"Red" thats fallen
On our bedsheet
Where,
we have been turn on
You look blessed
There's no reason for you to not
Everything has its cover
We dont have any
Nudeness is no problem
When soul is shared already

May be you could tease me a little
About last night
then, i would hide my face
With the paper
Where poem, i'm supposed to write
i blushed
There you could talk about my beauty
Girls love appriciation
She expects them
Even if she dont have any...

You could hold me
While i write
Around my waist
Or may be a little up,tight
I am all yours
And you are my only guy
I might scribble on your arm
The victory of love we had
I might write poem
On your whole body
Cause paper is not enough
To put on a act

I gasp !
Fantasies are such a beautiful thing to have.
Poets may not have lived the moment for real but they're no such moment they havent fantasize about..
thats the beauty of poetry,poets,poems.
brandon nagley May 2015
Mellifluously I want one to bring me to stratum astronomy,
One addicted, and Fond of me, amorphous to whence our bindings are implored!!!!

I seek a hard working galore, a fantasy of children's Disney books, being two time crooks not caring for thine world around us.bond unshook!

None derogatory, or spiteful, a light at night pools that cover us in indulgence secretly whispered!!!
Increment's of lip splurs...

A renaissance of our two legs locking in between the patterned bricks, all for replenishing and the I love you's and I love yous back!!!

Our vocation to be made by ourn own tenet tout!!! No remorse, guilt nor doubt shall befall one another...
Rustic in our nudeness!!!

Saccharine I wish to find one to be, as our bodies will drop seed to grow another artist..prudence will be taken,
Engraved, our names on the oak close by!!

Two mystiques soo high off a love soo extreme!!!
Peripheries handling our own, no electronics and no phone needed in our own garden!!!

Magnanimous femme ,crosspathed sensai,
I'm still waiting and its one hand strike til noon!!!!
Deep in the forest
Fed by the soil
Nourished by the sun and rain
It etched itself onto the sky.
As it receded from the ground
Its wings mourning the upward drift
Retained the earthbound bond
Passed the sky’s nectar into the soil,
Showering gratitude by casting its shadow
For all down below to soothe their weary frames,
Sheltering the potent ones from ravages up
So they like it one day grow into a behemoth.
Once clothed mankind’s nudeness
Now remorselessly denuded by the axe of progress
Twisted gnarled deformed at man’s pleasure,
Wizened mummy, in our room a showpiece furniture!
Dani Jan 2019
This is not a request
It is a demand for the best
Sent on a quest
To find the passion between my *******

Do not quit
Nor throw a fit
My desires remain unsplit
Here I am with all my wit

There I go
With passion in tow
Running like I did years ago
Here I go quickly, although

Awoken by reality’s lewdness
What a serious crudeness
Why does reality have such rudeness
Leaving me with nothing, but nudeness

Naked and confused by reality
The truly cruel world of fatality
Designed to live to die, another mortality
We live without living, Is this really our mentality?

Something needs to budge
So don’t look back holding a grudge
Put our world on trial with a ruthless judge
We need reconstruction here to rid the sludge

Let it out, all that is wrong
Speak it loudly, this may be long
A trial of the world just chugging along
Not noticing we lost all that is strong
Eat, sleep, work, repeat..... WE AREN'T "LIVING"
PK Wakefield Jul 2014
the you the

      that

the

       totally

(which intensely does)                  Curve


upon curving
the twist of
some adamantine
hips collapsed
in one fatal crushing
of hushed nudeness                        Arrive

by mute girlness
of parting self

(where sleeps faultless
legions of boyness to kiss
with the waxing
of their paired moon
some wet keenness of bliss)
Mine eyes retain the scourge
      of love

       blueness bites vogue sun
  scarring moon-clusters in
    unyielding boughs lamenting
      this sidereal zither.

Mine eyes burn pale fire
     through chaffed hands pallid
      markings wall-scrunched
      and depthless now

      names wield swords as their
   sharp edges bequeath wound upon
   wound taking helm to helm,
        no shattered voice of pain.

  Mine eyes still these urgent
    importances distilling the
     crucial hour's wane - unreliable sundial seeking the sun
    to scale shadows telling time

     Mine eyes know
    her nudeness vague, her bareness clear, her voice splintering the woodwork of soul,
    keeping it in a jar,
    
    urn,
      rotundly incarcerated there,
    mouth sings lip-meanderings
      multiplied wolves at
     the door.
For The Darkness Of Women
Sarina Mar 2013
said “I have to feel you I have to feel you”
and so you touched my nudeness
and you touched me again

until you found my heart whispering lullabies
to the other men
who found themselves under my dress.
You are the artist.

The canvas represents your life & it's renewed daily.
The brush in your hand is in your servitude.
The current reality and your dreams embellish the nudeness with an array of pleasing colors.
While you refuse to surrender to the gravity of others trying to push your paintbrush the other way.

You have a clear vision.

Lock eyes with life with a fierce burning passion
And don't lose sight with it
Or let a second of it waste away -
Before the silver cord is cut and the golden bowl is broken.

You're fearless.

Your head will pound.
Your arms and legs will tire.
But let this fire warm the blood coursing through your veins
Power you to reaching the shimmering stars
That taunt you at the end of this arduous path.

You will live life to its fullest capacity.

When looking in retrospect
Realize that these moments are counted
Not in how many breaths you took
But in the number of moments that did take your breath away.
Satsih Verma May 2017
You are trying to
seel the half-truths
in terror.


In the fear of-
annihilation, you
want to remain unborn.


The pity of unnaming
the pain, your body wrapped
in tinfoil- ready to be roasted.


The barren spirituality-
and nudeness-
of ecstasy.Do you think you were floating

like a cadaver?
Who will drink
the arsenic now?

The miracle.
I am legless and I move
swiftly to catch the words.
EP Robles Mar 2020
My neck  has stretched above the clouds
the Adamic Apple tickling stars --
and my Love is here and there upon
every footstep i have walked.  
    Life is not just Pain.
    Nor just Love.
    But fear and Joy
    Morbidity and a shade of nudeness
IF the Soul is inclined to explore
God's backyard; No cowards!  Most of us!
    To shade your shame within religion
or  a sense of higher ground for weak
    voices.  Shame.  Shame upon the lot!
          The Sun is brilliant.
    and still your mystery!  

  :: 04-03-2019 ::
Travis Green Jan 2022
Your masculinity is what I desire
I can’t tame the fire that burns in me
That longs to rip your clothes off
And see everything that enthralls my mind
I must see you in your nudeness
Show me your rudeness
I know your hoodness is immaculateness
Your attractiveness is what enraptures me more

I need your lips on mine
Give me that spark to make me hot
Make me so inspired by your wildness
Your exceedingly ripping flex
Is the game-changer that amplifies my body
You exude sleek smoothness effortlessly
You got my mind wide open

I wanna be closer to you
Make every moment hotter than before
Your wet and sloppy kisses on my ******* and *******
While I touch your dreadlocks
In harmony with your heartland
Such a bad man
Worth more than all the treasure in the world
Your power lingers in my veins

Your hands are everywhere on me
I’m glowing with greater reason
You hold me fondly in your loving embrace
Your clean cologne traverses over my body
Your tongue circumnavigates around my navel
****, you are so incredibly dopasetic
With your aesthetically appealing nature
Your slang game is the new language
That speaks to me sensually

You are a legit freak and lover in the bed
You got me wetter than I could ever imagine
You take possession of me instantly
You seize my poetry
And read the hot content I pen for you
I’m bereft of speech
You are like a leech on my skin
You **** in my existence
You slay my nation
Travis Green Mar 2022
My passion for you intensifies
The more I see your **** incandescent presence in my sight
I long to roam throughout the incredibly
Glorious treasures of your gripping physique
Lay on your serene sculpted chest
Swirl my fingers around your lickable and suckable nips

Massage your flawless phenomenal abs
Your heavenly zealous arms
Your prodigious protective shoulders
Stare at me with your liquid lustrous eyes
Make my brain melt magically
Send me into breathtaking raptures

Fill my mind with pleasurably electric dreams of you
Whisper hot loving words in my ear
Tell me how you are going to *** my body
Let me run my fingers through your dapper dreadlocks
Kiss them romantically, cherish them
Like a spectacular scintillating star

Travel my hands over your passionate, winsome lips
Your sweet-scented trimmed beard
Your stately brazen nose
Baby, you bedazzle me with your tenderness
Your smooth nudeness
You are such a big solid top-notch megastar
In my sparkling crystal eyes

I feel so extra sensual in your center of supremeness
In your saucy chocolate chamber of rapture
Wreck my mind, body, and soul
Leave me wide-eyed in your dopeness
Travis Green Feb 2022
I want to traverse through your clandestine doors
To stare at the most profound depths of your heavenliness
Feel spontaneous sparks erupt in my heart
When you hold me tightly in your arms
My emotions run wild like untamed waves in a sea
I hunger to feel the full force of your thunder
To have our worlds threaded together

Relish the badass tats on your body
Your coolness and nudeness
Feels so utterly gratifying to my being
I just want to remain close to you
Touch your charming beard
Sink into the spectacularness of your eyes all night long
Loving how solidly built and beguiling you are

— The End —