ON NUDIST BEACH IN DREAM

Naked as the day Adam was made,  
On the beach my glory I parade,  
Strutting my stuff before some totty  
(Themselves well shaped of breast and botty),  
Noticing the knowing grins and laughs  
They give each other as we cross paths.  
 
I keep walking into coming tide,  
Forward, till water reaches my pride  
(It is so bracing, the way it cools  
When it contacts the male crown jewels)  
When I reach out arms and forward tip  
Into the sea where I skinny-dip.  
 
I go through my repertoire of strokes,  
Switched off to women and other blokes  
While I commune with cool of the sea  
As its waters embrace my body.  
Then I swim back to, feet touch the shore.  
I rise from the sea, to an "Encore!"  
 
It was jest by a watching woman  
Wearing nothing but sunglasses on.  
Then I got the surprise of my life;  
The watching woman was Next Door's wife,  
Who said, "You're secret's secret no more;  
It seems the same beach we adore!"

Cupping myself in instinctive way
When one is surprised in light of day,
I wondered what to do or say next
Having not met her in such context -
Then the whole scene from perception fled.
I WAS naked - but alone in bed.