He is fully dressed top to toe
Does not feel its burden and who
Is ready to give it all a boot
Because he is a nudist in a suit
He always dresses tidy and fair
Never lets anyone ruffle his hair
Clean and dapper, he looks cute
But he really is a nudist in a suit
Free as a bird, quick as the wind
Nothing or no one can him bind
Under the layers of clothing and boot
He is just a nudist in a suit
Fiery and willing lover he sure is
His lady he knows how to please
Keeps the layers not giving a hoot
Though he is a nudist in a suit
Keen are his fingers, their beat innate
Enchanting songs do his lips create
She swoons at his side happy and mute
Drunk in her mystery is a nudist in a suit
Freed by his love she smiles at the tie
Tugs at the pleats and buttons thereby
Reading her mind he
welcomes her pursuit
Since he really is a nudist in a suit
Oh! He is a real man, shy he is not
A loving invitation will change his lot
Simply and happily his cover goes kaput
After all he is a nudist in a suit
Freedom from everything cherishes he
Magic of bare skin gives him glee
Healing and freedom are his true pursuit
So
he begins as a nudist in a suit
Impulsive he is, playful and pleasing
Unattached, yet present and with feeling
Delicate in love, fearless at the root
He is most of all a nudist in a suit!
Abhay
B. Joshi