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.
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1 Review Added on July 24, 2016 Last Updated on July 24, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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