Cute, But What's With The Bell-Bottom Arms?

I am just in love with this outfit! Even the bell-bottom arms...So CUTE! And how nice it would be to take a walk with her on a clear, summer night...the stars sparkling, lightin' her up in all the right places. I love these types of walks, just the two of us, holdin' hands...yes, holdin' hands! It's such a simple, but loaded action, don't you think? And if she was wearin' this outfit, I don't know how long the actual walk would be...

Summer Night

a clear summer night -

gem-studded 

the sky’s sparkling dress

among tomato plants 

in a hot summer night -

a cricket symphony 

~ Paul Callus 

It's Too Hot To Go Out Today...Let's Stay In

I was searchin' for a poem about how sexy sweat is at times, and sometimes I click on one that is in my scroll but ends up not really havin' anything to do with what I intended to find, and rarely do I end up usin' them, but this one, this one was too good not to share...it gave me a creepy feelin' of course, but it was deeper than that, because you realize we have probably all walked by or even talked to a person who has done this ghastly deed in our lifetimes, right? I love goin' to the lake, but this poem will always make me think of how this narrator makes their plans...

My Trip To The Lake

Hounds prowl beneath a cold-blooded moon.

Torchbearers cross the levee in unions of two,

Each boasting of the mischief he’ll do.

Ghosts follow hard in Lucifer’s tracks.

Hell’s dignitaries, slipping through cracks in the night,

Prepare to hold a premature wake

On the evening of my trip to the Lake.

Dark cypress stand in tidewater flood.

Grim reaper drags his scythe through the mud as he moans

An orphan’s curse on Old Stingy Bones.

Cruel chatter where the demons commune,

Hoarse chorus chants the tune to a funeral march.

In a nervous sweat my hands start to shake

As I think about my trip to the Lake.

Lights out and with curtains all drawn 

I pretend I’m not home,

Silent in my chimney corner.

I’ll wait till the mob passes on, 

Sipping bourbon alone

Till the last unholy mourner 

Exits the viewing 

And slips out of sight.

Ghouls gather on my front porch and wail,

Knock-knocking like they’re driving a nail through the door;

A summons I’m inclined to ignore.

Fair princess swirls her cloak in the mist.

Court jester with a rock in his fist calls my name.

He’s got a proposition to make.

It’s been decades since my trip to the Lake…

…mad foolishness one wild autumn night,

Glass shattered and a sliver sliced right through her vein.

I dumped her corpse in Lake Pontchartrain.

These children think I’m selfish and mean.

I’d just as soon forget Halloween, but I swear

That jester’s made a fatal mistake;

He’ll be going on a trip to the Lake.

~ Michael Kalavik

A Bevy Of Beauties #15: A Tag Bonanza (37 Photos)

I've collected so many pics over the years and the ones that I don't choose to feature on my blogs and social sites ultimately just get deleted...But why? I've decided to just bunch them all together and post them anyway. I mean, I originally liked the pic enough to save it, right? So why not share it? So this is where I'll dump all the pics I decided for whatever reason won't be featured during my regular posting sessions when I get enough of them to fill a post (if you've followed me for some time, you have to know I'm a creature of habit, right?). So I hope you enjoy them as much as I did finding them! *KISSES*

I Was Told If I Stand Here And Spin, A Secret Door Opens

Who hasn't read or seen the movie The Secret Garden? If you haven't I feel bad for you because your childhood must have been horrible! Heehee...maybe not, but every child in some way has dreamed of a secret place, a place only known to them, where they could go and feel no pain or simply play...as a kid I used to create these imaginary rituals which would allow my secret door to open and I remember havin' so much fun! I wish I could remember more details about those days, but the feelin' I have when I think about those times is still very strong and comforting.

The Secret Garden

I have a secret garden,

Where I can laugh and play.

I have a secret garden,

Often it's there I stay.

I have a secret garden,

No one else knows its location,

I have a secret garden,

That's gone through a transformation.

My secret garden used to be

An average unkempt garden,

It wasn't the place for me,

With all bonfire wood chard and,

No where I could sit,

Or admire the imaginary view.

I grew that garden,

I planted flowers every where

I made that garden,

With little gnomes here and there.

But as I grow old,

So does my secret place.

Flowers withered,

Weeds grow

Gone is the jackdaw,

Gone is the crow.

This was my secret garden,

I played here as I child,

But now as I stare

Over my secret garden,

I only hope one day,

Another child may put my garden,

To repair....

~ Bella

Stamps Of Approval #50 (Hot Sexy Women Pic Dump - 20 Photos)

Sometimes I Wonder What This Mirror Is Even For...

I love wearin' classy dresses when I can afford them, because I only own a few really, really nice dresses, but the only thing bad about wearin' dresses that are really expensive is that you're worried about what might happen to them while you're wearin' them, especially if you know the moment is gonna get all heated and passionate, so I usually prefer to wear sharp dresses I can get on my knees in without any worries, or ones that I can leave crumpled on the floor next to the bed if I'm so tired afterward to not wanna hang it back up or worse, havin' to stop the passion to just hang it up! It's really a mood killer.

She'd Be A Distraction At The Park

How do you think all the mothers would react to her, as they pushed their babies in strollers or watched their kids playin' in the playground, if she came strollin' through the park on a leisurely Sunday walk? Well, I guess if their husbands or wives weren't with them, they wouldn't react at all, right? I don't know about that, and without tryin' to get into a much deeper and longer discussion, I have to say, when I wear somethin' this low cut, or somethin' that shows off my love melons, I want people to notice...I don't want them to make comments, because you really shouldn't comment on anyone in public because of stranger danger (Heehee...remember that one?), and I don't want them to grope me or try to touch me in any way, because that's just so wrong, but I do want them to notice me, to be attracted to me, to be amazed by my curvy curves (you know, if I'm lookin' extra good that day)...when we wear stuff like this, you can't just expect people to act like the don't see it or that they aren't affected by it, you have to accept the good with the bad, you know? I think I'm just reelin' from an incident I had with one of my friends the other day...she got so mad at this guy for starin' at her, but her love melons were literally fallin' out of her top...I mean, you're in public! That guy didn't deserve what she said to him...

The Utility Cabinet #4: A Follower's Collection (41 Photos)

Over the years I've gained a few faithful followers and supporters of all of my endeavors and it seems I can never thank them enough for their help, encouragements, and just plain awesomeness. Also, they have always thrown a few pics my way, some even flood my inbox with them (YAY!), so...I've decided to create a series on each of my BLOGs to spotlight these sexy offerings...to show off some really good taste in sexy beauty, as well as to give these followers the nod they deserve.

(Side Note: These followers do not claim to own these pics or their rights; they are simply collectors like myself)

This collection is courtesy of: OrangeeAppeal (Orangee3) from Reddit

Oh, I So Wish I Found More Of This One...So Gorgeous!

I'm gonna break my rule for this one...if anyone knows her name please let me know. She's just pure sexiness and I just have to see more of her...NO! Don't give me her name...I'd go crazy searchin' for her and then all my posts would be of her because I'd find so many pics...but then I'd get to look at her more and more...so let me have her name if you have it because I just can't wait to see her body, the rest of her skin...oh, no! DON'T! Don't give in to my request...please, tell me her name...please, don't tell me her name...I'm goin' insane!

The Goddess Is Always Kind To Her Followers

I've always just accepted that Abigail Ratchford was apart of the internet, a popular model who is extremely gorgeous and popular. And I don't know why it surprised me to find out she got her start on Instagram. She actually wanted to be an actress, but I don't think that ever panned out for her. She is also labeled the “Queen of Curves” and rightly so, but she's never been one of my favorites; however, I have to give credit where credit is due and she definitely a modern beauty and works hard for everything she has in life.

Curvy

We're working on a job together

Actually, we're building a set

And yes, there's been many other times we've met

You weren't so nice to me, but since this job there's a gentler turn

I see it when you approach me, you show a softer side

And when the others leave, you approach me closer, with a quicker stride

Today I had no doubt, it was easy to read between the lines

You came in quietly, and I'll be honest, you weren't looking fine

As we talked, you seem so fascinated, I felt so watched

This was definitely being taken up a notch

So we arrived at a part of the set and you asked me if I liked the plan

I didn't particularly care for it, but honestly it didn't remind me of a man

You said, it's boxy, sharp corners, a masculine design

"Maybe you'd like it curvy," you say, and I'm looking at your sight line

They say you can tell where someone is looking from a hundred feet away

Well, this was much less feet than that today

I knew exactly where you were looking

I knew what that look meant

And yes, I liked it better curvy

So maybe your advice was heaven sent

~ Zulu Samperfas