A deep naked sleep Somewhere the pain can’t touch Escape my daily curse The unrelenting pain The light that scars my eyes

Sex, sex, sex Is all that you want You take off her bra You take her knickers The Naked Poet She still has her river of words

A poetic bum That is what I am A naked piece I have grace and elegance in abundance You love my poetic bum

Am I dead Am I alive Am I living a nightmare Am I living a dream As I stand on a theatre stage I await my fate

My poems so delicious My poems so sweet Forever an appetite You don’t know what is coming next Which adventure is best Twists and turns

Amazing beauty Beautifully flawed Sex forever on his mind As he watches porn online Adored Addicted

You like natural nakedness As you consider my figure Your eyes prize You look me up and down Measure me up

Your imagination can run wild All sorts of rooms to play Gardens and fruit trees that goes on for miles Pick what you want to play

I am such a beauty in your minds eye In your imagination I am yours to see In reality too far to touch and reach

He is a complicated man Many loves of his life Sex is his main vice His total addiction in life Many avenues he explores

A rare beauty Of fair skin Freckles Green eyes Naked Poet Aroma of rose She let’s you peel back each petal Her naked raw words

Naked Poet She is stripped bare Each word she wants you to touch and feel Enjoy the taste of each word Her words quench your thirst

A short friendship came to an end Two different people Too many different views and ways Two different lands

I danced naked in the rain I felt the cool soft rain I felt it against my skin I felt so alive I felt the rain

I was ripped I was torn I bled I was in pain I was naked I was cold I felt too much It was too much I felt nothing

Your obsession with sex is foreign to me A different world I can never understand or want to be This is your world Never to be mine I

After midnight The Naked Poet comes into her own Stripped bare Nothing needed Only her raw naked words every man’s desire

I wear my heavy chains of armour They weigh heavy on me I am scarred and I bleed My wounds are open I am so bruised I am purple and blue

My paper pure and has not yet been touched by ink Pen and paper should not be rushed My thoughts, his thoughts My words, his words

He holds my hand we start to write I have no idea what we write We have the flow, rhythm and beat