Be our shares with each other, most discreet and private that imprint out of place... a story never to be told?

Good morning delicious all...x


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An imprint out of place

...it was a moment in time...lost to rest of the world...every footprint short-lived, a breeze knowing to deform the print. And then something would come along and make a new inprint in the sand, unaware of having smudged the previous markings into oblivion.

Lost be proof of previous passers by...be it animal, human or inanimate object....maybe a wheelbarrow carting goodies down the road.

A whole story of events and happenings ...a deciphering of what may have past.

Now...with my bottom firmly planted in the soft sand...wearing fishnets...i wonder will anybody know to decipher that imprint...?... so out of the ordinary, so out of place. RB.

Sometimes unpacking a box of pots in the kitchen can lead to silly fun!

Make sure to make the most of anything u may engage in today..give it your all...the rewards can be very different to what one may have expected!

And thus...to the beat of the drum...uhhhmmmm...the pot!


join me in a bit of fresh air...


lets make a noise and not be mechanical
lets beat the shit out of boredom and rather be fantastical
a pot i shall give u
and one for me too
and a wooden spoon or steal one will do.

who cares for instruments proper
our performance is gonna be a show stopper
the noise the din that we will make
at first our aural facilities will shake.

but once we get into the groove of things
it begins to sound like notes, less it stings
and in our desire to be quite silly and childlike
in the fun of the moment no need the din to dislike.

sometimes to forget to be all grown up
to let down ones guard to sip of the silly cup
that little bit of fresh air taken
invigorating a new strength in one, awaken.

so bang along with me
and let your younglings also see
that we grown-ups know how to be
just like them, childlike, happy and free.

RB.

When the rains have fallen and still threaten to do so...that freshness deserves an indulgences unreserved.


GOOOOOd Morning beautiful all!!!


It may not be your level of comfort...but try

i know it may not be your level of comfort...
feeling exposed...maybe a little silly
but,
why not be fanciful and dip into the pleasure
of allowing that ability to daydream to come alive.
imagine the laughs u will come across,
tripping over naughtiness that will know to make u blush.
imagine delving into a world where love and lust and wantonness and seduction and honesty and caring and empathy are all rolled into one.
why would it be lascivious to desire to gaze upon each others nakedness?
why would it be shameful to lay exposed to each others touch?
why would one cringe at suggestive sexual advances
if we care to take each other in each others confidence
revealing the very innermost we may be uncertain of
and fearful of being judged for such?

i say...dear one...come lay next me
one step higher than i
and let us run amok in imaginings,
sharing thoughts provocative for our nakedness will know
to make us giggle, ever so delightfully
slightly coy and shy...till we realise
it ain't bad at all to
simply lie
and daydream
in the freedom of our nakedness.

RB.

That car ride with a difference...enjoy!

Gooood morning most lusty all! Goooood morning to ideas most delicious!!


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she knew about it,
that ride that teased his common sense
that ride that played over and over, a fantasy intense.
and thus...
a very personal presentation
an invitation
to join her on a luxury ride...her dress code simple...a pair of red gloves...over her 'lusty' hands to slide.

not much more would be required
for the ride,
would be a delicious journey to her instructions to abide.
on the back seat she would take her place
displayed... in his rear view mirror to make his pulse race,
a naughtiness startling his sensibilities
yet viciously awakening the 'wantoness' in his manly abilities.

the road chosen to travel an unchallenged one
for his attention would be drawn to the backseats seductive fun,
and the sounds so deep and throaty and coital and indulgent
to try concentrate on the road, a serious divergent...
a trip not too lengthy, for to turn around with his hardness firm in hand
was all he could think of ...and lend her a desirous searching 'helping' hand.

RB.

This morning a choice a little more down to earth...a conversation with self...a shadow spoken to...

Gooood morning beautiful Soul's of this Earth.


Tell me u, who might u be...


tell me u, who might u be
sometimes i think i know what i see
then all of a sudden emotions stirred
by the uncertainty of events spurred.
at times the Godzilla tramples ahead
putting bullies and their attacks to bed
no mercy for the distastefully narcissistic
nor more patience for the egotistic.
and even though the shoulders broad
many a time that high wall thawed
when the pain of another deep within does touch
believing it will get better to faith do clutch.
but the biggest commonality i see
is that your spirit no matter what, be always free
and graciously to the universe bow
for it keeps showing u how to live life in the now.
so that spirituality that faith in self
never disbelieved or put on shelf
confirms the grandness of who u may be
another Soul from the humanity tree.

RB.

To make the most of a risen sun...before those clouds settle in...on tippy toes, bum cheeks, titties and more....

Gooood morning most beautiful all!!

RB.

Today it is all about being appreciative of all that is given to us for free.

The beauty of such, sitting Heavenly high and appreciating the vista


Enjoy!

Enjoy!

xxx

Civilisation and urbanisation


And for a second i felt as if i was sitting on top of the world.

I lost myself in the vastness that lay beyond the reach of my gaze...
The height of the heavens reminding me how deep the Universe must be.

I felt as if i was Zeus, sitting upon my throne, in silence, absorbing and watching.

Below me in the denseness of tight bush, a crackling of ground walked on as the wild foraged for food.

The silence... intense... so gentle on the ears compared to the noise pollution of urban living.

For a second, i believed , i would be able to call upon all the universal forces to congregate.
It seemed as if my surroundings knew how in awe i was of what was being presented to me.
And slowly it possessed me physically with the first heavy raindrops that splashed on my naked skin.

There was no fear that the lightning would strike me...after all...i felt as if i were Zeus.

There was no fear of the rumblings of thunder.

It just seemed all right and i could not imagine i was being threatened by forces beyond the control of humans.
However the beauty of living was created, whatever my reality on Mother Earth may be, i am grateful that it is there for me to revel in.

How sad the day when urbanisation and so called civilisation may find its tarred and concrete way to this little heaven i have been blessed to 'discover' over and over.


RB.

A bit of silliness indulged in whilst enjoying the wilderness,,,

Gooood morning!!!

Why not...uninhibited silliness

it be a weekend of uninhibited silliness as i had said
to push all kinds of boundaries my mind dared
and in each picture the camera did capture
a silly story, a giggle gurgled ,a laughter did rapture.

this picture the epitome of silliness
in my amazonian stature much playfulness
the minute i straddled that fallen tree
i knew exactly what the story would be.




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it be about a maiden, naked in the woods
no care in the world that she display her goods.

a towel to sit on and protect her soft juicy woman-ness
one might never know if it need be used in some sensual playfulness.

and then the tree she spied and thought it be a steed
no other choice but to straddle it between naked thighs indeed.

she sat on it as if to charge full speed ahead
pretending there be a knight in the distance snared.

her bravery fired at how she would save him
unafraid to be valiant putting herself on a limb.

the reason be the reward that would come after
the possibilities of the use of that towel vaster.

a knight, a naked maiden, a disaster side-stepped
in that heated moment of female gallantry lust upon them crept
and before all danger had been pondered
the towel spread, the maiden layed by the knight to be conquered.

RB.

...when a mirror knows to tell a story full....

Goood morning dearest all!! Let us be close and warm with hugs close and kisses warm !

Enjoy!

A mirror image...a reality erotic

"do come...do come and become a part of my looking glass
and, before through it we shall pass,
let us take a moment and see
what on this side of the glass may be...."

...she asked him to sit down and watch her expression of self-indulgence. She wanted him to see the pleasure she derived from watching herself in the mirror. It was not a narcissistic indulgence...it was pure erotic joy, as if looking in on herself, from a different angle, doubling the bliss of a liberated unrestricted acknowledgement of her naughtiness.

There was something in looking, a potent aphrodisiac.
Her looking glass was at an angle so that she could keep an eye on her suitor. ...at moments catching his glance, feeling the lust, recognising his astonished discomfort in the wide eyes...for he was taken off guard. He was taken off guard by her level of comfort at expressing and indulging in herself.


Her hands looked gentle in the way they traced their path up her thigh. They looked knowing and caring as they travelled the back of her upper leg to the roundness of her slightly exposed buttock....even her gaze that rested on her bosom was loving and embracing ...that parted mouth of hers, so telling of the lust she was feeling...he was sure he could hear a soft sigh as her hand travelled inward, toward her womaness...
Her body spoke of surrender, a sexy caring, a level of erotic burning quietness.

And the purpose of having him gaze upon her as she allowed herself to drift inward toward the image in the looking glass, was to gain his abandon and mesmerise him with the reality of the moment and then, to invite him to join her in the looking glass and become part of the image on the other side.
He would learn new abandon, he would learn to watch and absorb and derive immeasurable pleasure from sight erotic.

RB.

Her back...


in the curve of my back
sensuality no lack
i hope you see
an erotic part of me.

no part a waste for u to touch
to trace the length of my spine much
even more the pleasure to taste
eventually settling just above my buttocks no haste.

"come dear lover", she said to him
"let us the lights a little dim
and in the haze of a romantic hue
the curve of my bum pull into u."

he did just that and she responded
with a gyrating left and right they were bonded
the depth of his passion she felt in his breathing
on her back a path hot and heavy leaving.

RB.


Today, on a cloudy morning, kisses most warm and closeness most delicious is a must!

Goood morning sexy World and its People! x