I can’t write or say enough on how much I love feminine beauty. Today, in the unusual warmth of this non-winter, I once again delighted in the sights of exposed flesh and lovely bodies. I thought it would be at least two more months before such visual pleasures would be given to me, but God in all his wisdom has seen it fit to shed some premature warmth upon the world. The girls have responded appropriately. So many beauties wandering around. So much loveliness to behold. I have always found feminine beauty to be completely intoxicating! I love the sight of a lithe body, the soft, smooth skin of legs, the luscious roundness of breasts, the sensuous curves of hips and waists, the delicate intricacies of necks and shoulders, the graceful, almost marmoreal texture of a back which tapers to the alluring eroticism of a lovely, sweet ass, the breezey softness of long hair, the hypnotic wonder of beautiful eyes and kissable lips, the lusty imagination of what is hidden beneath a short skirt or a pretty dress, and the hopes and anticipations of what may be… I love women, pure and simple. The feminine softness does something to me, it is like a drug, it is like an oasis of cool water in the heated deserted of a hard masculine existence. I thank God I live in a world and society where women are free to display their loveliness to all those around. We men need such loveliness. The simple vision of abundant beauties is often all I need; bedding them is not necessarily even the goal (although I never rule it out); rather, it is simply the enjoyment of all that free beauty on display that I am so thankful for, just as, after a long and harsh and bitter winter, I rejoice in the free and abundant warmth that the sun sheds upon me on a bright spring day.