I don't know where this beauty is, maybe a dance of somekind or a fancy restaurant, but I know I'd be in love with her as soon as she said high...she just seems so creamy, so sexual, so playful, I'm sure her touch would drive me insane and send tingles all the way through my body, and I just know her skin would be soft and warm...oh boy, I think I gotta go now...my nature's callin'...
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Saturday, April 23, 2022
She's Definitely "All That"
You know she has to be what people consider a late bloomer...I mean, she just so natural and gorgeous, that I can't imagine her being this voluptuous when she was younger, and you just know she's not flashy because she just has that innocent look to her, that friend next door vibe, where you live all your life twenty feet away and then one day, she's outside pickin' weeds or cuttin' the grass, and you're like did someone new move in next door? And then you're like, OMG...that's [Fill in blank] and then your whole world changes because she's in your orbit...
The Gates Of Beauty
The gates of beauty
Lies
Behind the eyes that cry
But outwardly smile
Glisten eyed
With tears
And highlighted by fears
We hold within them.
The gates of beauty
Lies within the heart you hold
Behind built up walls,
Where your heartbeat drawls
And is suffocated inside.
You keep it confined;
Safe inside.
The gates of beauty
Lies within your mind,
Hidden behind
A cacophony of voices,
They're boisterous!
Degrading your dreams,
They scream
At the absurdity of your open mind,
That runs so wild
And accuse it of being child-like...
The gates of beauty
Lies behind eyes;
From which the heart speaks
And the mind seeks
But your thoughts creep
And your heart leaps,
So you choose to keep
The beauty inside
And call it
The beauty that hides
~ Fel Fel
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Are You Really Gonna Choose Golf Over This?
There is absolutely somethin' liberating about that first sexy set of lingerie or whatever type of lingerie you wear for that special someone...it's also a moment of complete vulnerability and trust, a moment of truth, where you give yourself completely to another person and accept their eyes all over your body and into your soul because the way you wear those garments, how you move, the rhythm of your breathin', all dictate and release your feelings and thoughts right at that exact moment...
That Wonderful Feeling Of Liberation
That wonderful feeling of liberation
She had for long longed for it
No prying, no following, no questioning
She had tried some of these on her then beau,
But unsuccessfully
Affections for her
Not just shared, but ignored
Circumstances made her bide her time
And now her time had come
The lingerie, no more lingering
Unstrapped, pulled down
Floods of affection
Genuine, true and deserving
She ultimately breaks free
Oh that wonderful feeling of liberation
Saturday, April 9, 2022
This Is The Best Seance I've Ever Been A Part Of
I don't always post the ideas I get from the pics I share, because most of the time they are silly inventions of my silly mind, but I always create some sort of story for the pic inside my head, which makes me love the pic even more or makes me feel some other emotion (you know which one I usually feel!), and when searchin' for something to capture the story in my head for this one, the poem I found actually created the story for me, if that makes sense...I totally picture this woman above as the vacationer in the poem, with the pilot takin' the pic, both of them enjoyin' their time together, losin' time and schedule and just enjoyin' each other and the beach...gosh, I do love beaches...
Vacate to the Vacation
I may as well concede the obvious. I was an incorrigible workaholic,
Who was always so driven to succeed, that working replaced all frolic.
I was the co-owner of a business, along with my lifelong best friend.
Together we'd worked our way up, as the burnt sunset hues will blend.
While I was an overachiever, Ruby relished her appropriate downtime,
As the pearly full moon appears appropriately, just after dinnertime.
We had been impoverished in our youths, and had no yearning for more,
As a ship so long adrift at sea, is longing for other gilded shores!
Ruby was always nagging me, to finally take a well deserved vacation,
For life is not solely all about work, but also tranquil aspirations.
But I held to my own notions, and never heeded Ruby's advice at all,
As the darkness is never heeded, when pale moonlight begins to fall!
It was the most beautiful day of summer, and I'd left for work early,
Vivid blooms greeted the sunrise, as damp dewdrops glistened pearly.
But alas, when I reached my office, there was a padlock on the door,
And gone was that welcome mat, indicating I was not welcome anymore!
Ruby appeared saying she had chartered, a plane for my solo vacation,
And a three week getaway was arranged, down to the hotel reservations.
She said the time had come to vacate, so to show a little enthusiasm,
Like enthusiastic purple butterflies, when in their fluttering spasms!
Ruby said my office would remain locked, until the vacation was over;
Also to put all work from my mind, and live it up before I grew older.
I was very touched, and what could I do, but hug and thank my friend,
Like myriad varicolored blooms, hug earth through seasons without end.
And deep down inside I realized, that I was more than a little pleased,
Like sensing silver clouds are gone, and that those storms have eased.
So I went home and I began packing, for departure the following day,
Looking forward to it in anticipation, as of tangerine blooms in May.
Very soon I was on the chartered plane, and headed for a sunny beach,
Like a seagull continually squawking, when it sees the shore in reach.
The pilot was young, nice and friendly, and we hit it off right away,
As garden and gardener unite, for the love of a cream colored bouquet!
Soon we were above majestic clouds, and the skies were turquoise blue.
Vivian and I kept up steady dialogue, as relaxed, I enjoyed the view.
Not in awhile had I felt so carefree, cruising the lanes of the birds,
Like getting so choked with emotion, the tears begin falling downwards.
Vivian and I had become great friends, and enjoyed the island for days,
Before we were eerily drawn back to the plane, as blooms to sun's rays.
Having lost control of the itinerary, we were shocked and so perplexed,
Slaves to the capricious will of a plane, was it luck or were we hexed?
After boarding, the plane took off on its own, like lovers having a spat,
But the next destination was so exotic, obedience seemed where it was at!
There were repetitions of this pattern, of high times in foreign lands,
Before the plane drew us back as a magnet, royal destiny changing hands.
I knew deep inside me, I was making up, for the leisure times I'd missed,
As when suitable words suddenly fail you, and you say it all with a kiss.
I sensed that the plane we were on, somehow slowed down passage of time;
And that we'd not return home until, I relived all my hours of overtime!
So while we're savoring a trip around the world, I am writing my memoirs,
Hoping many learn from my mistakes, that rest aids in reaching the stars!
Saturday, April 2, 2022
I'm Sorry, But Those Stairs Are Really Cool
I couldn't find a poem for this pic. I tried long journeies (like because of the long walk up the stairs to the house), I tried long hair, blonde hair, but nothin' I came across seemed to fit right so I don't have a poem for this post, but I really don't think it needs one, her bottom and her legs and thighs are pure poetry anyway, right? So here's a little joke I found:
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