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

We all live on borrowed time We live life to the full Life is just so beautiful

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

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

The monkey orchestra does play They practice each day Such an array of instruments they play Trumpet, flute and guitar

The magical spells open book Where fountain waters flow The luscious green grass and beautiful tree grows The fairy that owns this book

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