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Purity

Soft skin is all that clothes you

Freckles and goosebumps in the evening dew

Pink-tinged and shuddering in shielded view

Your beauty is the whole of you


Damp grass between your toes

Jumping, delighted, laughter crows

You brush against the softest rose

And dance among the garden's rows


The moon's high in the sky

Moonlight on your naked thigh

You beckon closer, I comply

This moment will not go awry


No veil to cover, you're free

Morals bedamned - so carefree

There's no shame in nudity

Your soul is the best part of me


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