A New Challenge!

[eagleyez]

Are you looking over my shoulder?

*squinting*

you are hitting the water, nipply sweater and all.

I will keep my Mickey Mouse t shirt on in your honour.

Ange, I will challenge you to a bathub breathholding contest, say, in about 10 minutes. Slippery soap, vanilla cream and my glasses left on for clarity.

 

[Angeline]

you are hitting the water, nipply sweater and all.

I will keep my Mickey Mouse t shirt on in your honour.

Ange, I will challenge you to a bathub breathholding contest, say, in about 10 minutes. Slippery soap, vanilla cream and my glasses left on for clarity.

You want Mickey to watch us? You're so kinky.

Noticed the t shirt, didja?

Afterwards, we''ll baby powder our...never mind...

 

[flyguy69]

You want Mickey to watch us? You're so kinky.

Noticed the t shirt, didja?

Afterwards, we''ll baby powder our...never mind...

I want to see Ange in her Ariel sea shells.

 

[Angeline]

I want to see Ange in her Ariel sea shells.

I used to have a great mermaid av, but I lost it.

 

[Trent_Dutch]

Can it be a slightly off kilter composition about the crushing self loathing and humiliation of exposing yourself for 'study' at a Genito-Urinary-Medicine clinic?? I'm thinking of writing from experience...

 

[Guest]

Can it be a slightly off kilter composition about the crushing self loathing and humiliation of exposing yourself for 'study' at a Genito-Urinary-Medicine clinic?? I'm thinking of writing from experience...

Of course! The call was to "be creative"! Your poem sounds like it certainly will be.

 

[BooMerengue]

you are hitting the water, nipply sweater and all.

I will keep my Mickey Mouse t shirt on in your honour.

Ange, I will challenge you to a bathub breathholding contest, say, in about 10 minutes. Slippery soap, vanilla cream and my glasses left on for clarity.

fallin over laughing my head off... I thought he said 'charity'!!!!

 

[BooMerengue]

Can it be a slightly off kilter composition about the crushing self loathing and humiliation of exposing yourself for 'study' at a Genito-Urinary-Medicine clinic?? I'm thinking of writing from experience...

I think this is a good example of naked... not nude.

 

[The_Fool]

1

Sweltering city heat
Offers reason enough.

Door-slam triggers action.
A violent explosion of garments,
Swirling in the air,
Cascading to the floor,
In total disarray.

Claw foot tub shivers
As chilled water hits bottom.
Puddles on the floor
As hands sweep water
Across sweat-sheen skin.

Leggy entry, Settling in,
Chilled wine in hand,
Elicits sounds of relief
By cooling, soothing viscosity.
The sounds of the city
Muted by water
That swallows her
As she holds her breath.

 

[RhymeFairy]

~Fool~

Mmmm Yummy poem...
Got my vote.
Err ... can I borrow that tub when your done?

I loved it. Very creative imagery. Warm and seductive,
hint of bubbly...

 

[echoes_s]

A challenge taken/borrowed/stolen/inspired by the Story Forum.

July 14th is National Nude Day. What better excuse to get you poets naked? (not that ever need an excuse.)

Your poem should have a Nude Day theme: public nudity, exhibitionism, clothing (or the lack thereof), skinny-dipping, etc. Be creative!

Is 10 days enough time for you to strip off and get nekkid?

SO....WRITE A POEM FOR NATIONAL NUDE DAY TO BE POSTED IN THIS THREAD ON JULY 14th

(no judgin', no prizes, just for fun)

lol, uhmm..5 days? Hmmm, wonder if i can do this

Will try

 

[RhymeFairy]

awww mannnn i have not even started~!!

*wringing fingers*

I have not forgotten, just been a lil sick last couple of days... surg. and recovery about did me in, lol ~ feelin better now.

So:

Things are gonna be *heating* up around here real soon .. ya think?

Happy Writing ya'll~ *weg*

 

[flyguy69]

Insurrection

Clothing is a struggle. Brass-toothed
suppression of the lower class, the raw
and unadorned. It is the spun prison
of the butterfly; the teacher’s correction
of a child’s song.

And the curve of your back is a mountain road:
I am breathless from the climb
of my hand on your spine. My fingers marvel
at the hardness of your hipbones
and the softness of your skin.

I rally to the cause.
The rebel flag is raised.

 

[champagne1982]

Clothing is a struggle. Brass-toothed
suppression of the lower class, the raw
and unadorned. It is the spun prison
of the butterfly; the teacher’s correction
of a child’s song.

And the curve of your back is a mountain road:
I am breathless from the climb
of my hand on your spine. My fingers marvel
at the hardness of your hipbones
and the softness of your skin.

I rally to the cause.
The rebel flag is raised.

I thought you were from Wisconsin?

 

[flyguy69]

I thought you were from Wisconsin?

You mean "The Nude Republic of the North Woods"! Are you with us or against us?

 

[champagne1982]

You mean "The Nude Republic of the North Woods"! Are you with us or against us?

You folks in the North Woods ain't too bright now, are ya? The Nude Forces up here in Stick Forest country, learned a while back that resistance is futile. Just put on your clothes, they got a secret weapon, y'know? Freaking 'skeeter air brigades will get y'all back in trousers soon enough, know wutah mean?

General Carrie Confusion, Nude Vice Marshall in charge of swollen members...

 

[Man Ray]

`Down there...`

<------ <------ `Down there…`<------ <------

So there I was sitting in a garden chair,
with my trousers round my ankles for a dare.
For me such risqué dares are not that rare
cause in this sunny weather I love to go bare!

Imagine my despair when I glanced `down there`.
For all to see not one but two strands of grey hair!
With an angry glare I examined the guilty pair,
touching them, pulling them, I continued to stare.

This to me was cruel and decidedly unfair!
Because that day I had to talk to the ladies at the local fair.
I have quite a reputation with the ladies, a certain flair,
cause there’s nothing better than a lady’s juicy pear!

But now if I go bare I’ll create an awful scare!
Instead of the local totty wanting an amorous affair,
they will cry, “Beware!” firing off a warning bright red flare!
Alarms will ring and klaxons loudly blare!

Because who wants to romp naked with a man with two grey pubic hairs?

 

[Angeline]

Happy Nude Day

Totally Nude
Talking Heads

Big and I'm bad
And I want you to know
I hang around
Where the grass is greener
Totally naked, baby
Totally nude
'Cause if I want to
Who's gonna stop me?

I'm absolutely free
Living in the trees
With birdies and the bees
'Cause I'm a nature boy

Locked up inside
You can't tell me where it's at
Open up, open up, open the door
Rocks and trees and physical culture
Some days you hide
I guess you wonder where you are
Nature boy, nature man, take me along
We got a life that's undiscovered

We threw it all away
Throw it all away
Rolling every way
It's irresponsible
So civilized
I guess you wonder where you are
Nature boy, nature man, take me along
Deep in the woods we're undiscovered

I'm a little fish and you're the river
Living in a boat that's underwater
We can tip, tip, tip it over
You can push, push, make it better now
Wake your daddy up
It's a quarter to five
Our little boat
Has lost it's rudder
Dive to the bottom
And we never come up

A polka party
For Bob and Martha
I'm absolutely free
living in the trees
The birdies and the bees
'Cause I'm a nature boy
Think what you like
This is really where it's at
Open up, open up, open the door
We don't need clothes and we don't need money
So civilized
I guess you wonder where you are
Nature boy, nature man, take me along
Deep in the woods we're undiscovered

 

[flyguy69]

You folks in the North Woods ain't too bright now, are ya? The Nude Forces up here in Stick Forest country, learned a while back that resistance is futile. Just put on your clothes, they got a secret weapon, y'know? Freaking 'skeeter air brigades will get y'all back in trousers soon enough, know wutah mean?

General Carrie Confusion, Nude Vice Marshall in charge of swollen members...

Not-so-Private Guy reporting for duty, Gen'l Carrie!

Ready to apply sunscreen and bug repellant as per your orders. It may feel a bit cool at first, ma'am, but it will warm as I rub it.

 

[trendyredhead]

Forest Tryst

Sunlight streams through tops of trees
A sparkling lacy canopy
That shelters lovers on the ground
Who think that no one is around.

Their clothes are gone, their asses bare
And from the limbs hang underwear.
Embracing in the quiet wood,
She felt like Li’l Red Riding Hood.

He was her wolf, temptation sweet
When in the wilderness they’d meet.
He kissed her here, he licked her there
He nuzzled in her long blonde hair.

Their bodies brushed by summer breeze,
He urged her to get on her knees.
Mouth opened wide, she took him in,
She sucked the seed right out of him.

He laid her down upon the grass
And with his hands beneath her ass,
He pulled her wide, began to feast,
He would not stop ‘til she released.

Her body heaved and she cried out
And in his mind there was no doubt.
She was done, his duty over.
She rested in the soft white clover.

Exchanging whispered words of love,
I watched them from my perch above.
A cough, a smile, and they were gone.
In my digi-camera they live on.

 

[Guest]

Happy Bastille Day

Nude Cycling Can Be Arresting.

I lost the game and, therefore, paid the price.
It might have been the spliff we passed around
that rendered me so recklessly unsound.
What ever, the out come wasn’t very nice.

The game we played was one of dare or pay,
the loser had to do the chosen deed.
For mine I had to ride my rusty steed
around the block as naked as a jay.

I did protest my sentence fervently
but my pathetic pleading hadn’t worked,
quite unabashed they watched me disarray.

The streetlights lit my passing as I flew,
I pedaled fast and hoped no perverts lurked.
A flashing light approached to my dismay.

The cop was blonde and young and very nice.
“A present-day Godiva I have found.”
He laughed while I looked hard down at the ground.
“It makes a change from drunks and stopping vice”

The police car followed me back home that night
It made me feel quite anal and uptight.​

 

[flyguy69]

Nude Cycling Can Be Arresting.

I lost the game and, therefore, paid the price.
It might have been the spliff we passed around
that rendered me so recklessly unsound.
What ever, the out come wasn’t very nice.

The game we played was one of dare or pay,
the loser had to do the chosen deed.
For mine I had to ride my rusty steed
around the block as naked as a jay.

I did protest my sentence fervently
but my pathetic pleading hadn’t worked,
quite unabashed they watched me disarray.

The streetlights lit my passing as I flew,
I pedaled fast and hoped no perverts lurked.
A flashing light approached to my dismay.

The cop was blonde and young and very nice.
“A present-day Godiva I have found.”
He laughed while I looked hard down at the ground.
“It makes a change from drunks and stopping vice”

The police car followed me back home that night
It made me feel quite anal and uptight.​

Way to stick it to da' man, Tristesse! You're in the nude rebellion!

Clothes are for the bourgeoisie!

Yeah, I had to look the spelling up.​

 

[Angeline]

Was it nude
when hips clashed
sweat into and back
dressed in his skin?

Into the fall
of eyes, grace
panting weak
tenderness, gin
drankin up care

in copses
beyond pines
and the whine of wind.
Headlights dance
out there, trane
whistles pull blue
past tracks as tight
as a scream, but soft
as a scraw of feathers
disappeared into my own swallow
and the sigh that answered
twisted on his mouth.

What affirmation is nude,
poised on a Grecian urn,
satyr never quite reaching
his nymph to this naked
earth that yields
to knees and elbows
burrowed in the stars,
locked together
and lost in a solitary space
but for what fingers remember?

 

[Dubbl]

Nude Day Vacation

Nude Day Vacation…

I remember it clearly, as if yesterday.
The place we would celebrate, our National Nude Day.
We categorized choices, by freedoms and location.
To truly enjoy, an erotic, vacation.

Quite open with our bodies, not considered as prudes,
we chose a small island, where we could run, nude.
The waters so clear, and the sand, a bright white,
with Luau’s that lasted, throughout the night.

“Clothing Is Optional”, a stipulation, we read.
Mirrored ceilings, too, were over the bed.
Open balcony provided, for everyone to see,
intimate moments, my wife, would be sharing, with me.

I sensed the approval, in her body’s gyrations.
Within moments she’d phoned in, our reservations.
We counted the days, till the end of our plight.
Then arriving on time, we boarded our flight.

Our arrival was timely, and through customs, we passed.
Finally tipping the bellboy, we were now, free at last.
Our room overlooked, the sea, and its sands.
Now ours to explore, as we laid out our plans.

Our agenda was simple, and yet, made to please.
Starting now, we would live out, our fantasies.
No worries of boundaries, our pleasure, we’d seek.
Not caring if a voyeur was waiting, to peek.

We surveyed the beachfront, as couples appeared.
A seeming backdrop of colors, as sunset, now neared.
They had one thing in common, as my interest arose.
Not a single person there, was wearing any clothes.

A wave from some hands, signaled, we were invited.
The squeeze from her hand, told me she was excited.
Clad only in smiles, we joined the event.
Wondering what opportunities, this night, would present.

Acquaintances were made, and toward the sea, we had slipped.
We decided to dine, after we’d skinny-dipped.
Our intrusion had caused, the calm sea, to be rippled.
The splash of the water, erected her nipples.

The wetness accented, her curves, to perfection.
As our bodies pressed closer, she found my erection.
She pulled close, to steady, as I fondled her globes.
Her mouth locked to mine, our tongues started to probe.

Her legs sought my hips, as a saddle, to ride.
The tip of my manhood, had nudged, just inside.
Our bodies entwined, and our minds, locked in lust.
I moved slowly within her, and let her adjust.

Her movements precision, her contractions, concise.
Her vaginal walls, gripping me, like a vise.
Her body resilient, I took, as she gave.
While hoarsely, she bade me, to tell her, what I crave.

Muffled words left my mouth, as she controlled my position.
Our lovemaking wild, no longer, conditioned.
Our bodies and minds, on a course, to explode.
Her nails raked my back, as I came, to unload.

We waded toward shore, as the saltwater, did sting.
Onlookers, applauded, they’d seen everything!
Both embarrassed, and proud, we returned their high fives.
This vacation, we’d remember, for the rest of our lives.

Finis…