Long Passionclothes Poems

Au Natural

Between the sheets we never wear
a single thing that isn't bare,
for clothes would hamper our delight
in sharing flesh all through the night.

For when we're one, and feed our lust
sensations shared as chest meets bust
expressing love in sexual play.....
then clothes would just get in the way.

Climaxing with a final thrust
fulfilment shared in mutual trust
euphoric from nocturnal play.....
with clothes we couldn't be this way.

When naked sharing midnight shower
wet skin possessing silken power
as water trickles round our frame.....
clothes surely would our passions tame.

Between the sheets, no place for clothes,
just birthday suits from head to toes,
unless you have no turtle dove,
then maybe..... just leave off one glove!

Ivor G Davies