Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.

Love has a shape but no color. Youre probably wondering If its transparent how do you know what shape it is Good question. Well for one thing I put it together and for another Im currently wearing it like body armor though to the casual observer I appear naked.

I had a dream about you. Id just invented a flying bathtub and you were dirty and afraid of heights. I thought I could cure both at once so I tricked you into getting naked and getting in. Actually thats all I really wanted was to get you naked so I never even pushed the launch button or turned on the water. Isnt love wonderful

I had a dream about you. I was a painter and you were a nude banana. You wanted me to paint you in a still life and I asked you to put some peels on. Your nudity made me feel naked as a person. Also having no clothes on made me feel naked and thats why I couldnt see you because seeing you made me see who I was as a man and as a fruit. Im more banana than baby carrot if you know what I mean.

I had a dream about you. We drank coffee and laughed like old friends even though we were strangers bathing in the Brown River of Wakefulness. I laughed because you were naked and you laughed because Id just overpaid for a cup of coffee at Starbucks which the natives called Oompow which I would translate for you but its devastatingly embarrassing.