Today was wonderfully warm and all I could think was, how lovely it is to see all these beautiful females walking around, half naked, dressed in their pretty dresses, their low, soft cleavage hinting at the pleasures that are hidden beneath, the complete abundance of sex and beauty all woven together in a tapestry of feminine beauty suddenly bursting forth after the cold, ice and darkness of winter…

I love beautiful things. I love beautiful women. Life is so much more pleasant when pretty girls are out and about, showing their bodies off, being sexual, letting the rest of the world know that they are creatures fully aware and in control of their evocative sexuality. It is a delight to see such beauty, and spring is the time when such beauties reemerge from the doldrums of grey winter. Today I saw so many lovelies, so many short skirts, soft blouses, tight jeans, smooth and tanned legs beneath tiny shorts, sweet, soft asses, rounded hips and their hypnotic, elegant motion, all the different hair styles, everything so modern, civilized, and yet so ancient.

The ancient power of eros cannot be denied. We are, and always have been, and always will be, surrounded by and subject to the power of erotic love. We live in an ocean of sexual desires and behaviors. It is so primal, it is basic a part of who we are. The rites of spring remind me of this once again. Every year it is the same: the unclothing of all those beauties, the allurement of their sexuality, their beckoning of men to chase that sexuality, like a lioness who attracts the attention of a male lion by walking up to him and slapping him in the face with her tale, or the way the Sirens beckoned unsuspecting sailors to their doom, all in all it is the power of sex and love at work in the world, the way it has been since the dawn of time.

I love it all!