Sex, Sensuality, and Femininity at 50+

 

Sex, Sensuality, and Femininity

As I walk into this house in Busot—
where my newly made female friend lives—
I am introduced to shameless nudity.
She is hot in the summer heat of South Spain. 

And so walks around half-naked most of the time.

This is her freedom.
To walk. To be seen.
To exist as she chooses.

Her boyfriend has grown used to it.
But to me, it’s a foreign act—
to take off the top, leave the underwear on,
and live in fullness.
Without shame.
Without covers.
Without masks.

Own your 50+ body.
What are we still ashamed of?

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