ANOTHER DANCING NAKED PIECE

i'm not ashamed of bits that shake
when, at right music, fancies take
me to the urge to, naked, dance
(not even socks or underpants!)
when in a home room's privacy
that, through blinds, curtains, none can see.
I'm proud I still can make the moves
that, pleasingly my fitness proves
to, with a smile, still keep upright
when jigging, in the day or night.
I think of tribes, in tropics dwell,
who celebrate au naturel
(often in tribal body paint),
that is to Westerners quite quaint
(or on other hand offensive
to the 'decency'-defensive).
Might not Adam and Eve so done
similar things to greet the sun
or the coming of a full moon,
when they lived to creation's tune
before that evil little snake
brought on the traumatic earthquake
of disharmony called The Fall
which made them 'shamed of their bare all.