A Ballad for My Buxom Lover

Note: This poem was mailed to my voluptuous partner as my valentine card this year, just before we were to visit her first nudist resort.

Although you're not a nudist, dear, you still have lots of class.
Your body shows great elegance, especially your ass.
I've searched on every nudist beach, and nowhere have I found
A bottom that's so ample, and so firm and soft and round.

I've also searched in nude resorts in all the towns and cities,
And no one's breasts are bosom friends like your impressive titties.
I've searched in such exotic sites as Timbuktu and Delhi,
And not one nudist's abdomen compares to your soft belly.

I love to kiss your supple boobs. I love to kiss your nose.
I love to kiss your tummy as you lie in sweet repose.
Each part of you deserves a kiss, a soft caress, a lick.
I offer them with both my hands, my lips, my tongue, my dick.

I'm drawn to all your body parts as bees are drawn to honey.
I'm glad they've not discovered yet the nectar in your cunny.
My hands slide up your ivory thighs, my fingers start to fiddle,
Continue up your inner thighs, then settle in the middle.

My fingertips explore inside and feel it's wet and pretty,
Then slither out and sidle up and slide around your clitty.
I hear your sighs and moans increase in tandem with your passion,
More elegant than my loud groans, for gutteral's my fashion.

We've loved each other everywhere, Astoria, Nyon,
Geneva, London, Mexico, in Paris and Lyon.
You'll find our trip to nude resorts in Florida divine.
When we're back home I hope to learn you'll be my valentine.