—

“The simple joy, of being nude”

Not for me the tight embrace,

unyielding suits, false marks of grace,

nor yet the stifling, grasping hold

of fashions when in one’s youth were old.

Not for me the tailor’s chalk,

The cloth, the weave, the mindless talk

of benefits the work may bring

or other worthless, weary thing.

No, for me the gentle caress of air,

the tender, tousled, tussled hair

of one who feels the Joys of Spring, 

the sheer delight that bluebells bring.

The bliss, the thrill of air on skin,

the happiness and peace within,

and in this list, I must include

the simple joy, of being nude. — Howard

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