INDOOR NUDIST COMES OUT

I unblushingly admit  
To spending time without kit -  
Yes, going au naturel  
Now I live alone, I tell.
When I am indoors at home
I can everywhere roam,  
In the rooms where privacy  
Curtains and blinds guarantee  
Do I go, as Adam did  
In Eden, shameless naked,  
Sometimes with the compromise  
Of slippers and specs for eyes  
To help me to write or read  
When my vision has the need.  
 
I like how I make less sound  
When I walk barefoot on ground,  
And how warm air feels on skin  
When heating is on within.  
 
The dullest chore is made fun  
Attempted in Nothing On:  
Sweeping, polishing, cooking,  
Clothes and crockery washing.  
In these Adam's steps I tread  
(If Genesis I right read);  
His first work was done in nude  
(Before serpent did intrude),  
Looking after God's garden  
With no need to say "Pardon!"  
For the way he did look  
To Eve, made from rib God took.  
 
When I've had a bath or shower,  
I dry and cool down an hour  
Or so, pre-dressing again,  
With personal hygiene gain.  
 
It feels so liberating,  
Can be clincher in dating  
If it's a shared tendency  
Admitted by whom you see;  
They could be your Adam/Eve,  
Need for furtiveness relieve.