It's not just chocolate...it's a lifestyle
From birth Godiva has always preferred to remain clothing optional.
Her attraction to horses was also evident.
Her love of bubbles has influenced those around her.
Pro bono capita noli me tangere
As you can see, she still believes in the bare necessities.
My thanks to Nimue, Clan
MacSpam, Friend of the Wenches,
for finding the following poem to grace these pages.
For me, the naked and the nude(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.
Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.
The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.
The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometime nude!
-Robert Graves
There it is. "To my Koncubine, Godiva. Your leather lad, K."
Proof positive that there *IS* one surviving horseman,
and you know who it is.