When he'd told me to raise my arms, this was certainly not what I'd been expecting. As my skirt slipped over my head, my t-shirt blouse came right along with it. I stood in my bra and heels, arms hanging at my sides, wondering what this man was going to do next.... Molly, her lovely round breasts exposed, gave me an encouraging wink.

The poet seemed completely unfazed, and said into the microphone:
"The body exposed
Natural beauty
Living artwork
Made for love
For admiration
For imagination
For exploration"

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?