The Nudist.

The Nudist.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Nudist.
There was never
an element of surprise
with all her
worldly charms
to arouse,
to seduce
from all her
twists and turns.
She always was
a disrober,
an exhibitionist.
The contortionist 
      turned
      nudist.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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I like your word use, clever and on point.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you vanessa

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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