I am naked Not a stitch on Nude Totally starkers I am stripped down You de-robe me Unadorned Unblemished

Sometimes it’s hard to see the colours The red The pinks The blue The world changes every day

I felt almost human I felt almost beautiful In a lace bra It did not pull

You imagine me You revel in my words You have a slight addiction to my poetry In your minds eye Your own image of my naked poetry

Each night in your mind You travel wild terrains, seas and catch the breeze I hear your words in the breeze As you grow nearer

Your burning fire Ignited my eternal flame Your fire burnt and scarred my flame I felt your burning heat inside me Your lust and passion

Please don’t stab me in the heart I admit defeat With your dagger You tear me

A unreal royal naked romance The naughty princess The prince Rips off her pink floaty dress She releases her tiara

Her nakedness no longer a desire Banished from his thoughts for the time being Her number one fan no longer desires her

For my number one fan He is such a poetic beautiful man My tits are so hard He is such a poetic bard He dreams of my open thighs

Some sex on toast Some cock in your lovers mouth A long lingering lick of your dick You are her butter and jam

I swam out to sea The current carried me I felt the sunshine on my face I saw the blue sky I felt the rain I saw the storm

The original Naked Poet To her number one fan Only one She is no fake She won’t follow a crowd She is standout

A bit of naked bliss To start your day Suckling the juices from her beautiful lips

It is said on his poetic bed He was beautifully fucked to death The number one fan His beautiful dick in his manly hand

You thought you was the only one That fantasised about making the Naked Poet come He fell for my poetry like you have done

All you dreamed of was her naked view Her soft skin Just out the shower Moist and pure Her naked silhouette

I unlocked a key I opened a door My words touched you Like no one’s ever before My naked words made you feel so much So raw to touch

The Art of the Naked Poet She stands tall like a Goddess All you can see is her words of beauty Clothed in a robe of her sea of words

I walk in from the cold I strip to my nakedness The red hot log burning fire My silhouette I feel your naked heat