I tell you now that naked is good, that all bodies are meant to be that way.

Naked and cuddled. Grasped and groped, sweaty , redolent with sex , slippery with lube and spittle

I tell you that your body was meant to be kissed at every secret place, with thrust and probe, each secret escapes in a moan, a cry, a lurid exclamation not taught at Sunday School, but in its way as sacred a prayer as can be ever be uttered.