The Exquisite Pleasure of Nakedness

Such a small thing,
a simple pleasure,
that hardly rates
as racy.

True, it is sold,
marketed, packaged,
promoted, bought,
we use cunts and
rate them like
rotting fruit.
We assess
cocks like
so much
prime meat.

I know all that,
but for one moment
let’s pretend we
are wiser than that:
the sensation
of clean linen
against bare skin
is beyond words
or valuation.
No picture will ever
capture the exquisite truth
of its embodied beauty.

It only lacks one thing:
you.