Nudist in a Suit


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