The shy attires are artificial
And inconvenient to our union.
When I am with you
I like to feel the warmth
Of your closeness to me.
I love to feel
The whole of you around.
So each time I make love to you,
I strip you naked
And don't spare even a string
To be round your waist,
Watch or ring.
Be it on paper or on your lips,
When I scribble poetry in nude
I am more natural and powerful.
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