Best Birthday Suit Poems

There's a mighty dear fellow named Jack
 wore no shirt to show off his six pack
on top girls would pile
they dug his smooth style
til this mortal threw out his old back...

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Birthday comes once in a year 
It comes every year of your life 
A reminder of the day you came to be 
A day you truly know nothing about 
But a day you are truly celebrated. 

My birthday comes on the seventeenth 
I was seventeen...

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 My birthday suit is with me each day
  I take it with me where ever I go
 Some times it’s covered, but not when I play
Some times it’s bare, but not on public show.
My birthday suit needs a lift things hang low

But exercise...

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Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go...

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there are times of tests when the mind becomes ambidextrous
there are moments in time when the body becomes multidirectional
when the horizons are being bullied and all organisms begin to pollute
won't you please set my wearied mind at ease and let me see you in your...

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Long, slim, chocolate, and divine
Most men, and even some women pine... feign over this birthday suit of mine
Smooth layers with no assistance from oil of olay
I sport my suit proudly as if everyday were my birthday
My scars add character and tell my story
My birthday suit...

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A girlfriend took me to a nudist camp,
And, wrapped up in my overcoat, I sighed;
The sky was grey, the site was chilled and damp;
In shock, I shuddered as I coldly eyed
The frozen naked forms - and tried to hide.
I kept my socks on, shivered with...

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Dirty,
greasy,
I smell like fried chicken.
Sweat is trickling, 
Stinking.
It got me thinking!!!!

I need to wash 
my birthday suit,
Body wash by Hollister*
Newport Beach,
Smells of a musky fruit.
awesome scent, kinda sweet,
I start at my feet.
Scrub away the repulsive smell
relax away the painful swell..

Scrub thy legs, all of them
cleanliness...

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Excuse the nudity some deplore
disclosed in words as they explore
so much more than clothes removed
the breadth of skin then exposed

just a glimpse when compared
to the flow of note’s discharge
dropped on the page in a stream
with souls undressed as result

secrets told without regard
in the buff by...

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