I walk outside
Naked, unafraid
Willing and able to free myself
From soft shackles,
Those form-fitted restraints
And step into warm flesh
Warmed by the morning sun.
I wear only smiles now
As I greet each morning
Coffee in hand, breathing deeply
As I live my life
With all my skin in the game.
-
Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2025 08:32
- Comment from author about the poem: My thoughts about what it is like for me as a nudist in a world that largely shuns body freedom.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
- Users favorite of this poem: Devender Kumar
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.