The warmth in your touch, the tenderness in your eyes, reaped benefits from my youth as I lay dead one last time. You held me by the fire and kept my nakedness close to your side. My legs rising are from your sudden urgency. It is like a play that repeats in ephemeral ecstasy. I came close to the door when you called; and I left and returned for more.
The threat that female toplessness and self-articulated nudity poses is culturally defined and can be culturally redefined so that people recognize that the offense to morality is misogyny, not nudity.