There she stood, at last, nude, not a stitch!
He advanced … then his plans struck a hitch;
His hand cupped her smooth bum …
“Let her go! I’ll tell Mum!”
Yelled her snotty kid brother, the snitch!
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Left-over hippy
Grey-haired, pretty, a left-over hippy,
Great tits still, spaced out, often trippy,
Nude most of the time,
But, hey! That ain’t no crime!
(Though, in winter, a little bit nippy!)
Kissing and making up
Being nude rather got his attention!
She stroked him to prove her intention;
They’d had a wee tiff,
And she’d thought “Well, what if
We just root, to relieve all the tension?”
Lady Godiva
The lad stared at nude Lady Godiva.
“She ain’t got no knickers on, neiver!”
He muttered, in shock,
As he tugged at his cock,
Moistened somewhat with gobs of saliva.
Circumstantial evidence
Well, of course, she was angry and shaken,
Hung-over, next day, to awaken,
Lips smudged, sticky, nude;
It seemed plain she’d been screwed,
Though a girl might, perhaps, be mistaken!
WTF?
He posed, naked, erect, and he flexed;
She reclined there, nude too, but perplexed,
Wishing, willing that he’d
Come to bed and proceed
With whatever he planned to do next!
Apparition
At the sight of her, nude, his eyes goggled.
To think… He could not; his mind boggled!
He reached out to clutch…
Warm, soft, smooth to his touch!
As she giggled, her pretty tits joggled.
The staff of life
She preferred, when she could, to go nude…
In her speech and her actions quite lewd…
“Life is short!” she would say,
In her nice sluttish way,
“And a fuck’s as important as food!”
Dishevelment
Stockings torn, hair and clothing dishevelled,
She drunkenly, merrily revelled,
Cavorted half-nude,
In ways wanton and lewd,
By booze, sex and the music bedevilled.
Truth hidden in plain sight
She came home to her husband afraid
That he’d know from her face that she’d strayed,
So she said to him (nude),
“God I need to be screwed!”
(A reliable trick of the trade.)