You are so amazing
When I look into your eyes
I feel nothing but cravings

You make me feel so ecstatic
Chills rush down my spine
My heart beats fast
I feel warmth throughout my body

All I hope for is just one kiss
Your sweet lips against mine
My arms around you
Holding you until the end of time

G Hess

THE CHICKEN BUSINESS

John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called "pullets", and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.

The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.

The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.

Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a
politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and [Et-Aheming] them when they weren't paying attention.

Just remember in November that the bells are not always audible.

If a kiss was a raindrop...

I'd send you showers.

If a hug was a second...

I'd send you hours.

If smiles were water...

I'd send you the sea.

If friendship was a person...

I'd send you me.

Went for a 25mile ride today.
It was great to be outdoors although my butt still feels like it's vibrating...
I wonder if thre is a man out there that can give me a lasting feeling???

The temperature while we were out riding tonight was 38F. It was great fun but every part of my body is cold. I need someone with warms hands to rub me all over and make me warm!

The look of happiness.
The slight smile.
The warm embrace
Gentle kisses
Warm breath
Tender initial touches
Nakedness
Hungry Kisses
Passionate kisses
Demanding touches
Whispering directions
Hardness
Wetness
Heat
Moaning
Urgency
Lost in the moment
Screaming
Orgasm
Release
Contentment
Satisfaction
Sleep

A new retiree greeter at Wal-Mart just couldn't seem to get to work on time.
Every day he was 5, 10, 15 minutes late. But he was a good worker, real sharp, so the boss was in a quandary about how to deal with it.
Finally, one day he called him into the office for a talk.
"Charley, I have to tell you, I like your work ethic, you do a bang-up job, but your being late so often is quite bothersome."

"Yes, I know, boss, and I am really working on it."

"Well good! You are a team player. That's what I like to hear. It's odd though, your coming in late like this every day. I know you're retired from the Air Force. What did they say if you came in late there?"

"They said, "Good morning, General."

My favorite commercial was the Bridgestone one.

Hubby got tired of me riding his ATV so he went and bought one for me today. He bought me an Artic Cat 250. It's only 2WD but it is the right size for me. If I need to feel something more I can always ride his 500. Alot of folks might not think of this as fun but I do.

Now if only we could have sex, that would be absolutely serious fun. But that won't happy so I will just plan for my first ride out through the woods!
Anyone want to go? Maybe serious sex in the woods???

A farmer had five female pigs. Times were hard, so
he decided to take them to the county fair and sell
them. At the fair, he met another farmer who owned
five male pigs. After talking a bit, they decided to
mate the pigs and split everything 50/50. The farmers
lived sixty miles apart. So they agreed to drive
thirty miles each, and find a field in which to let
the pigs mate.

The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got
up at 5 A.M., loaded the pigs into the family station
wagon, which was the only vehicle he had, and drove
the thirty miles.

While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer,
'How will I know if they are pregnant?' The other
farmer replied, 'If they're lying in the grass in the
morning, they're pregnant. If they're in the mud,
they're not.' The next morning the pigs were rolling
in the mud. So he hosed them off, loaded them into the
family station wagon again and proceeded to try again.
This continued each morning for more than a week. The
next Morning he was too tired to get out of bed. He
called to his wife, 'Honey, please look outside and
tell me whether the pigs are in the mud or in the
grass.'

'Neither,' yelled his wife, 'they're in the
station wagon and one of them is honking the horn.'