Her excitement is mingled with fear;
Bound, helpless, nude, still quite unclear
What will he now do?
Or if not he, then who?
She grows wetter. She sheds a lone tear.
Tag: nude
Keeping warm in a cold climate
Scandinavian girls, Danes and Swedes,
Stroll about wearing just smiles and beads,
Unselfconsciously nude,
Drinking wine, cooking food,
Fucking too; all a man’s basic needs!
Feeling the music
When she plays her viola da gamba,
Curves sensuous, warm, lustrous, amber…
She likes to be nude,
To get more in the mood…
Her thighs thrum, her loins hum to the timbre!
Festina lente
Once they’d kissed, she was quickly denuded.
So long! All those years deluded!
Hands, fingers, his tongue,
But so hasty, the young!
The whole thing all too swiftly concluded!
Identity crisis
She’d committed a tactical blunder;
Had too much to drink, so small wonder,
Now, back at his place,
Tipsy, nude, face to face,
She was not certain whom she was under!
Bending the rules
Though she’s cute, she’s a bit of a prude;
Doesn’t like being seen in the nude.
She won’t go all the way,
But there’s much, one must say,
That the line she draws doesn’t exclude!
Why not?
In the end, he would not be denied,
Though he hadn’t been pushy, or lied.
She was already nude,
Didn’t mind being screwed;
It was just that she couldn’t decide!
El sabor de España (The taste of Spain)
Spanish women! None wilder, nor sweeter!
A hot-blooded young señorita,
Nude, busty, splay-thighed!
Pleasant choice, to decide,
Should one ravish her, right now, or eat her?
The warm hearth
She’d been cosseted, been brought up right,
Taught to not misbehave, which despite,
She lay nude on his rug,
(God, he looked so damn smug!)
By the fire’s soft flickering light.
English informality
She said, smiling, still charmingly nude,
“That was lovely, and now that we’ve screwed,
I would rather prefer
No more stiff ‘miss and sir’;
We’re on first name terms, now, yes?” she cooed.