What a joy to skinnydip,
Bare as one can be,
Water felt on all my skin
As it washes over me.

To feel warming rays all over,
Lying in the sun,
Remembering to rotate when
One side enough is done.

The gentle breeze caresses
With naught to block its way,
A soft refreshing feeling
As air touches where it may.

This is the way we were created,
No reason to be shy.
May find you too enjoy the freedom
If you once give it a try.

If you've ever thought to bare it,
You're welcome, join with me.
Sense the joys of life unfettered,
Be natural and free.

Greg Goodson - 1997