If in loving, I become the naked woman on the horse, I will ride that horse with my head held high. This is my spirit. I am unbreakable.

Good morning, sexy! All I can think about right now is that I wish I didn’t have to wait all day to get you naked.

I’m just lying in bed with nothing on but a tank top, texting you…And what are you doing? Good morning anyways.

Can you get off early today? I need to see you. In our bed. Naked. Right now.

Sometimes I’m trying to focus on what you’re saying but all I can think about is how badly I want to see you naked.

Your clothes would look nice on my bedroom floor.

The most productive thing I’ve done today is dreaming about you naked.

The only thing I want to do for my entire life – it is to lie next to you naked and talk about everything in this world.

I want you to take off my clothes, choose your fantasy and turn it into reality.

A woman who can talk tough while completely naked…amazing.

Yes, I have a dirty mind and right now you’re running through it… Naked.

Be naked when I come home.

I need you naked before I get there!

Listen to me now! When you get here, I will pull out all your clothes and touch everywhere.

I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To let those sensations take control of you. To have you exposed and bare. To just make you feel and not resist.

Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you and I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me.

You look like a nymph. Your golden hair falls to the butt and you are beautiful in your nakedness. Your hair is the only clothes that you should wear. You’re beautiful.

I miss you. I wish you were here, next to me. Naked, of course.

You can stay but your clothes must go.

Get naked. I have a plan.

If you were here right now, I would rip your clothes off and throw you onto my bed and have my way with you.

I could hear the Colonel screaming, and I could feel hands on my back as I hunched forward, but I could only see her lying naked on a metal table, a small trickle of blood falling out of her half-teardrop nose, her green eyes open, staring off into the distance, her mouth turned up just enough to suggest the idea of a smile, and she had felt so warm against me, her mouth so soft and warm on mine.

I wondered why no one had shown the common courtesy to tell me to put on shoes, and why was I out there in my underwear, chicken legs exposed to the world?

I’m Chip Martin. I’d shake your hand, but I think you should hold on damn tight to that towel till you can get some clothes on.

We didn’t have sex. We never got naked. I never touched her bare breast, and her hands never got lower than my hips. It didn’t matter. As she slept, I whispered, “I love you, Alaska Young.”

Without trucks, you would be homeless, hungry, & naked.