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The naked truth

I so love my crayon
I always rub it on
Sliding from head to toes
On both friends and foes..
My curves commands inks
Toxic in wools and silks
My body is like a sea
Open for all to see…

Hide your fine sugarcoat
Each time I fail to float
Emptying into streams
Contrary to your dreams;
I am not just a nude
But a different brood
A perfect sincere art
Visible to blind bats.

Erotic as I seem
I filter not a thing
To favor fine pictures
Of the ugly vultures
Many artist complete
Developing a cheat
But I remain the truth
Naked and firm as roots.

They oblige me to dress
Into clothes they present
Most especially those
With skeletons in cupboards;
Ash I get from same folks
Who call my art a joke
But I come back to life
Each time the sun arise.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

7 Comments

  1. This is a very naked truth. ☺

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Susi Bocks says:

    That is the perfect ass.

    Liked by 1 person

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