Posted by: felinegroovy | December 10, 2007


The poet and I went to York and ran into a nudist tour group! We walked up to see about accommodation at the backpackers and they were all there “hanging out” looking oh so comfortable in their skins.  Only minutes before I”d been saying I wanted to take my (hot black) t shirt off. And yet did I take up the chance? In fact we didn’t even walk right up, we felt like we might be intruding.  Later in the day we saw them drive by in their tourist bus, all tanned shoulders and chests through tinted bus windows.

I wish I’d left my skin naked under my dress after I’d been to the beach.


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