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No Filter and No Blushing Nanas


No filter?

There's a message at the bottom of this page that says,

"Nothing that will make your grandmother blush"

 

Chiilllllllle...

 

I guess only the talented can be naked with clothes on

Let me take a stab at it:

 

Me with no clothes on is a cussin' little wolf in sheep's clothing,

A sneak diss,

The David to your Goliath.

 

Five foot three may not be "that short"

But it ain't tall

And my mousy little voice 

And childish little face

Don't help

 

But I am a garden snake with the bite of a king cobra

In a king's hat

Fluffing the feathers of the kings' ladies

And all the kings' men

Sippin the king's water

Out of the King's Cup

But hiding my face

'Cause nothing good has ever come of being king...

 

Naked I wear

Wine and emotions,

Naked I wear

Kisses and cuddles

Naked I wear

Him

He hates me 

And he's all across my skin,

My polo,

My jeans,

My shades,

My hoodie,

My baby,

Mine

All mine

But only when I am naked.

 

Without clothes, I am a mess

But I stay naked

Because a naked woman

Can move

Run

Fly

Faster than a girl

In clothes

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