around the nude

I want to go up the nude
and down the nude
and in the nude with you.
And if we must go out
the nude will have to bid
adieu. But under clothes
the nude is hid and knows
and bides its time. Down front
and up we've covered it. But
we know what's beneath,
behind, and in-between
the parts and gaps
and bouncy springy
backs and laps
we're running out
of reasons not
to run back home
and see just
what we've got