The Naked Truth
Embarrassed to say the least keeping composure in the over exposure Thoughts you cannot repress though policed They have mind of their own don’t they in a natural enclosure This may have been acceptable but hard to explain on a naked beach with no natural camouflage Running to the cold sea I must abstain Shallow waters an unwanted massage Could it get any worse she sets down beside me Now you decide to go to sleep
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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