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Nude Beaches and Nudist Resorts
poem about my day at world famous
Black's Nude Beach
wanted to do something wild I'll admit
With conservative me, in the buff near
So off on this expedition of a dare we two went
To begin an adventure
1 mile steep this descent.
Not informed about sides of craggy mountain
Rugged shoes were not tied to our soles in this rough
Bare feet are not
meant for slippery with no crevices
Nor sarongs tied loosely for propriety from
Grabbing on to sparse weeds we slowly climbed down
finding ourselves rooted deeply in silty sand mounds
Slipping and sliding were
me and my friend
Muttering all the way breathless, not to do this again.
The bottom drew near…hooray, terra firma
With glistening sweat and pink cheeks
surely to burn
The blanket thrown down, we finally collapsed
Disrobing, then plunking
on our unfolded mat.
Like a couple of pros quickly taking it off
as nature intended out here by these rocks
We thought we were hidden from invaders
'Til a masculine voice appeared near our ground.
I'm here to assist
you two nice chicky babes
You can never be too careful here under the shade
Wayne first perceived, our protector in flab
More like Dr. Jekyll lurking about
in his lab.
The scene soon unraveled as we lay back still farther
agasped at the glimpse of the jogger
Baseball cap, tennis shoes and a perilous
Like a flag up and down on the eighteenth hole.
down our face at this preposterous sight
We bit our lips to stop laughing, on
Black's Beach it's not right
The hilarity of the sight too much to disguise
gaiety of this episode held quietly inside
Free - Naturist Dating.
Uh oh…here's Berkeley in
long curly hair To his waist,
locks so long tied up with some flair Pardon me,
his oafish murmur…I know I shouldn't talk
You're naked and all, as he gawked and
The laugh building up I thought I'd explode
a good bar was,
this guy was a toad Comedian am I,
I responded in jest Up the
hill, way up high is a keg you can quench.
At last, left in peace, we
laid and sunned
Budda bing…budda bang…he's resting beside the stone
the thinker to protect his manliness
Did he think he'd go unnoticed, or was this
I left her alone to share in his gabbing
And reveled in surf
against my naked body
The day growing darker he gathered his clothes
Went to leave,
then came back and asked for my phone.
Our day quite complete we attired
Grabbed our stuff on our backs to the mountain ascend
At the top we looked
down at this feat we performed
So sore and worn out, but a memorable turn .
Budda Bing called me later…said he had a good time
Could he call me again,
I should call back at 9 I don't think I will,
'cause this guy could be trouble
Budda Bing's way too young, and I might know his mother.
The beach was
a blast, an experience remembered
But I'm paying the price for this journey I'd
My nipples are sore, my butt a disaster
Mother Nature is great, but I'll
clothe next time faster