Please don’t touch my creative spot I don’t want my poetic river flow to stop You know it means such a lot

The world is upside down Turned inside out It’s Gay Pride Nighttime It is truly full of rainbows Ribbons of Pride Yumbo has come alive

Red Queen She is in your nightmares and in your dreams Nestled in between those pumping veins She smells your blood

The naked rose Stands tall in bloom Nakedness from head to toe As her raw words flow Love for the naked rose grows

You wanted to grasp a moment in time When heaven walked over the line When the angels sang Love came without demands

A scantily dressed Red Riding Hood She is all grown up As she meets her lover in the woods She calls him her ‘Big Bad Wolf’

A slice of apple pie A squeeze of lemon An old recipe As I remember the taste Before my spoon reaches the surface of the plate

Delicious beauties Too sweet Twice the trouble Let’s not jest Dressed in striking rouge red

A mirror image of the Naked Poet Her Number One fan dips his inked pen As he shows his love Against the shining mirrored wall

My naked words of poetry do speak In our poetic bed Heated desire My naked, raw words are on fire

Deliciously sweet As I taste your words You strip me down to our naked truth Writhe and sway In this revelling ink

Alice finds herself in a brave, new wonderland world She lives a different life She is a dominatrix Yet, she is the one with her hands tied

I love Seductive Poetry His poems read so beautifully He is a beautiful inspiration to me I wish I could hear his voice clearly

You never know what you will find Some broken hearts Half a bottle of wine Pizza from her best wine and dine Not what you expect

My nakedness is yours to feel As I lay in the Poetic bed You can visit anytime A fondle and a lick

Sunday morning Word fuck Word fest The Naked Poet undressed For you lick and caress her breasts

Sunday morning nakedness Listening to the vinyl records The classic tunes They take me back

I dream of being naked with my number one fan He strips me bare with his poetic hands He licks my tits as they belong to him

Your Naked Poet She is your midnight thrill Stripped naked for you She writes naked Especially for you Her words of seduction

The Naked Poet Her voice heard on the radio Her admiration has spread She blushes as she has been compared to a touch of Pam Ayers