I set the camera,
strike a pose
remembering to smile;
a neighbor watches, craftily
observing all the while.
The image caught,
I’m satisfied
it captured my desire;
but blurring filters I must apply
to prevent that raging fire!
So others see just parts of me
and not the “naughty bits”;
my humanity you cannot see
just the filtered feed that fits.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The social stigma around being a nudist, especially a male nudist, is very significant.
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