- Erotic Poetry
- Nude Awakening
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In the quiet dawn, before the world stirs,
I stand bare, beneath the whispering trees,
A nude awakening, nature's soft concurs,
As sunlight paints my skin with gentle ease.
No fabric shields this form from morning's grace,
No shroud to mask the truth of who I am,
Just flesh and bone, in this secluded place,
Where nature's breath becomes my silent psalm.
The breeze, a lover's touch upon my skin,
Caresses every curve, each line and bend,
In vulnerability, I find within,
A sense of freedom words cannot defend.
For nakedness is more than mere expose,
It's shedding layers, letting spirit breathe,
A daring act, where inhibitions lose,
And authenticity becomes a wreath.
So here I stand, embraced by dawn's first light,
A nude awakening, a sacred rite.
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