I’ve got my full alert left eye on you now as I type!
Climb along a wall, push trough corn stalks, pick flowers for
My prep school love, swim in cold weather with my British
Love in Gavia as a very young boy, dive into cold waters
Just fallen from a waterfall, make love in prep school in a
Golf course and get caught by a ground keeper on night,
Climb a tree like Tarzan fully naked and beat my chest
Without even a loin cloth, run naked streaking at a dare
From a gay boy friend in college driven down in my
vas bug to Daytona beach, walk the streets naked in the
Shadows of the neighborhood nights, dance naked in
The cool fresh wet soothing damp rain and loving
The round bright pulsing throbbing circular moon
In full attire, full regalia full assembly before I
Would, like now, feel to collapse, call it a night,
Like I feel now, but determined to write and post
One last darn glorious celebration of my living!
Nudity is naked flesh, not pornography!
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