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I WAS NAKED AND YOU VISITED ME
I was naked when you visited me,
Nothing about me that you did not see.
You were unfazed at sight of my body,
With its reminders of past surgery
Where my appendix was and at my knee.
Of my shape you were complimentary,
Easing my thoughts concerning gravity.
My breasts you examined most tenderly,
Your palms held me, oh so, supportively
And explored my outline caressingly.
Nothing about me that you did not see.
You were unfazed at sight of my body,
With its reminders of past surgery
Where my appendix was and at my knee.
Of my shape you were complimentary,
Easing my thoughts concerning gravity.
My breasts you examined most tenderly,
Your palms held me, oh so, supportively
And explored my outline caressingly.
Published 20th Apr 2019
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21st Apr 2019 1:55am
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24th Apr 2019 8:41am
Scars, are evidence of a life lived !
I’m glad she didn’t bat an eyelid and draw attention to such, which demonstrates a rare capacity amongst people; acceptance !
Nakedness, is beauty... and beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, so they say.
Great work... Solomon_Song.
I’m glad she didn’t bat an eyelid and draw attention to such, which demonstrates a rare capacity amongst people; acceptance !
Nakedness, is beauty... and beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, so they say.
Great work... Solomon_Song.
24th Apr 2019 9:26am
I was inspired by example of a woman poet who once wrote in DUP (Kate A) who, when in her 60s, testified to some amorous adventures after she had a double knee replacement operation. (Gives hope to me, soon to be 60; only surgery I have had was on my wrist after I broke it, when aged 50, while doing a charity walk on an icy boxing day down a hill.)
