Maybe I'm easily entertained, but I was in search of food when this sign caught my eye and my funny bone. It is attached to the rear of a national chain that emphasizes tight short shorts on young curvy waitresses. It gave me a chuckle, hopefully it will you as well. If the sign weren't enough there is a lovely red plaque beside it that tells you 'oh yeah, your being recorded too.'

You can't force a flower to bloom. You must nurture and care gently, for the bud that hides the petals inside. As the bud slowly opens, you can enjoy the lovely petals peeking into view, but do not touch. Now is not the time to disturb the flower's blossoming. Always keep the bloom moist. If you let it dry, it will never reach it's full potential. It is fine to admire your handy work as the petals come more and more into view. Perhaps even a longing word to coax it forward. Once the bloom is full and droplets rest upon its petals, now it the time to enjoy your labors, to drink in its beauty, and feel the lovely soft texture of the petals on display before you.

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Pretty comes with many faces,
moments in time, different places.

Although, some fail to comprehend,
flesh and bone, however, alone cannot stand.

Like images hung on the wall,
hollow flat with no depth at all.

Beauty comes when images stir,
a dream of a moment or word.

Beauty radiates from within,
without it, just bones draped with skin.

Beauty shines through every day,
not just a figure on display.

Beauty has a touch and a feel,
it is intangible and real.

True beauty exist there with you.
It is time for you to see it too.

The Dreamers Tears


Tears fall like raindrops

pouring from the sky

In a moment of weakness

as a man begins to cry


Each tear a reflection

of his heart, his soul

Each tear a rainbow he

shall never hold


His world is baked in sadness

forged in grief

A heart once hopeful

now scarred by disbelief


The man is a dreamer

dreaming of sunny days

Building his own reality

and here is where he stays


Raindrops need not fall

for rainbows to appear

Joy and love abound

no need to shed a tear


He walks through his own world

a place he calls his own

A land born of love and hope

not forged of rock and stone


What's in the dreamers tears

why does he cry

What song does his heart sing

through the corners of his eyes


Why can't the dreamer dream

and escape this reality

What's in his heart

what does he see

We walk through valleys, because it is the easiest course. A safe but unfulfilling journey. Until we learn that summits must be scaled, we will only know the view from the ground. Only those who walk along peaks ever truly stand atop the vista. In truth, the journey along the peaks is longer and more difficult. It is fraught with peril. You will likely be hurt. It is so much easier to stand in the valley and look up. However, by always choosing the easy course, we deprive ourselves of those moments of standing atop the world. Life is a mountain range. Peaks and valleys line your path. You can journey through life in the valleys, or you can take on each summit. Yes, there is another valley beyond the summit, but beyond that another more spectacular view awaits.

Kiss me beautiful before I fade away. My eyes draw a weary close to this day. Kiss me beautiful send me off to bed. Images of you dance in my head.

Do you have any idea how desperately I want you? Still standing at the bottom of the stairs, bodies tightly intertwined, arousal at a fevered peak, kisses burning lips and flesh. Between kisses, my large hand squeezes your lovely ass firmly. "We had better head upstairs, before I take you here on the floor," escapes my lips in a whisper. I smile softly, as I gaze at those lovely eyes. I can almost see the debate raging inside your mind. Take the walk up or be taken now. I know this debate well, it's burning inside my own mind. Leg still wrapped over my waist, it appears you have settled the debate. You pull yourself tight into me for one last deep burning kiss, and slowly relax your hold, as my longing hand softly caresses your thigh as it falls away.

God I love that dress. The neck line revealing just enough flesh to make my lips and hands ache. Fitted at the waist, gathered by a thin decorative belt, and flowing softly over your hips. As you ascend ahead of me I can't help but notice the amazing sway of your hips, with each step. Your fingertips gliding teasingly over the round handrail. Without thought, my hand reaches out catches that dainty belt swaying with those perfect hips. Stepping up behind you, arms encircle you and pull you back into a kiss, before my eager mouth begins exploring your neck and shoulders.

My lips ache and burn with each caress of your tempting flesh. My tongue doesn't seem to quell the ache, as it joins in this delicious concert with my lips and teeth. Hands now at your hips drawing you back tightly, removing any doubt the depth of want behind you. Gentle sighs escaping your lips echo in concert with my soft growls, as my mouth savors each tender inviting inch. I can feel your chest rise and fall, as my hands set out to sample their own separate courses.

The first glides slowly upward, brushing lightly over your breasts before finding the soft warm exposed flesh of your neckline. Your skin feels as hot to my touch as it does to the lips on your neck. Fingernails tracing the outline of your dress as it dips just above your lovely breast and back up to your tasty neck. Forearm slipping between breast and parting them. Nipples straining under the dress' soft fabric. I can feel your breath quickening as my large hand slips up to your neck and tips that beautiful face back into a much needed kiss.

The second hand has its own journey. Traveling over your stomach, feeling the soft brush of fabric as it meanders slowly lower, until it reaches the tops of your thighs. Drifting slowly back and forth from left to right. Caressing and kneading those tempting morsels. With each pass, I can feel heat radiating from between. The hunger in your kiss growing, as it is in mine. The hand settles on the source of all that heat. I can feel your breath taken with anticipation, as the large strong hand cups slightly and the fabric lifts between parting thighs.

Gazing into your eyes as our lips part, I can see you wrestling with a dilemma. Should you press forward into strong waiting hand or back into unrelenting heat behind. No give in the heat behind, or in the strong hand in front. One word escapes my lips, as my hand settles the dilemma. Kneading firmly it pulls you back into the heat behind. "Mine" escapes in a whisper as hungry lips and teeth find the nape of your neck. The moan that escapes your lips stirs my being. I want to hear so many more of those.

With kisses along your shoulders and back, the dress' zipper almost melts away, as large hand slips down and guides the fabric away from your lovely breast. Straining nipples greeted by cool air, as the dress' top falls away, cascading over engaged hand below. Tempting soft flesh not long for the cool air. They seem perfectly fitted for the large hungry hand that cradles them. Nipples strain against hot palm as fingertips caress and nails lightly bite.

As you attempt to turn, you are stopped. I cannot have all this lovely new flesh go unattended. Bent slightly at the hip. Lips, tongue, fingertips, nails and teeth begin to explore this beautiful back. Nails drag over your lower back as lips and teeth explore shoulders. Envious devils these. The lips want what the fingers have, and the fingers long for the lips treat. Back and forth they travel over your back until every morsel has be savored multiple times. Hands finally concede the soft exposed flesh to my hungry mouth as they find a new treat hiding beneath that lovely belt. The soft perfect mounds of your ass will be their next course.

Do you have any idea how desperately I want you? Still standing at the bottom of the stairs, bodies tightly entertwined, arosal at a fevered peak, kisses burning lips and flesh. Between kisses, my large hand squeezes your lovely ass firmly. "We had better head upstairs, before I take you here on the floor," escapes my lips in a whisper. I smile softly, as I gaze at those lovely eyes. I can almost see the debate raging inside your mind. Take the walk up or be taken now. I know this debate well, it's burning inside my own mind. Leg still wrapped over my waist, it appears you have settled the debate. You pull yourself tight into me for one last deep burning kiss, and slowly relax your hold, as my longing hand softly caresses your thigh as it falls away.

God I love that dress. The neck line revealing just enough flesh to make my lips and hands ache. Fitted at the waiste, gathered by a thin decorative belt, and flowing softly over your hips. As you ascend ahead of me I can't help but notice the amazing sway of your hips, with each step. Your fingertips gliding teasingly over the round handrail. Without thought, my hand reaches out catches that dainty belt swaying with those perfect hips. Stepping up behind you, arms encircle you and pull you back into a kiss, before my eager mouth begins exploring your neck and shoulders.