This is a nice photo. I like how it accentuates the woman’s back and behind. I particularly enjoy how the silver light and shadows play on her lovely body, her smooth, taut skin and sensuous curves seemingly blending into the crisp sheets and sunlit walls. It is a clean and sharp view of nude beauty. Although taking a woman from behind is often one of the most primal and delightful ways of sex, and this photo certainly suggests that, there is a calm, classical beauty to this image. It is almost as if this photo is telling us in a not so subtle way that beneath the air of sophistication in our world, our pretense to self control, we know our more primal instincts are still lurking, always there, always to be reckoned with. No matter how civilized we seek to become, we still must display and even indulge our hidden, animal natures.
Now, in my part of the world, Spring is finally returning. After a rather long and cold winter, the resumption of spring is a wonderful thing. Spring is truly the happiest time of the year. Life is renewed, warmth returns, and we can look forward to beginning of months and months of nice, sunny weather, outdoor activities, and the general good cheer that sun and warmth brings about. After the recent events in my life, this spring is going to be especially enjoyed.
Of course, with the arrival of spring comes much beauty. There is not only the beauty of nature, blossoming trees and flowers, the songs of birds in the early morning, the smell of green grass, the soothing pleasures of a warm breeze, just to name a few, but there is of course the beauty of a seemingly dormant eroticism once again spreading over our world.
For me, as a man, I love the sights of women in spring. There is something so intoxicating about the suddenly less clothed females wandering about after a long winter. It is as if love and sex are in the air, as if an ancient and eternal mating ritual is starting all over again and the primal urges we all feel as earthly men and women spring up and overwhelm our beings. We suddenly see smalls hints of sexuality here and there: a low cut blouse, a pair of well fitting jeans or tights, a short and flimsy dress caressing a soft and curvaceous body. My being becomes so highly charged sexually during the spring it is hard to describe. All I can say is that I am glad I have the freedom to enjoy the erotic pleasures of spring as fully and completely as I can. Incapable of monogamy and driven all my life to live in freedom, not wanting to be tied down to one person or place, not wanting to be trapped in a potentially stifling yet socially approved marital situation, I find spring offers many rich delights indeed and feeds my deep need for sexual and erotic variety. Although I do need sex every day and I love the variety of different women, women who, like me, also enjoy sexual variety, mind you, this does not mean necessarily bedding various women; but rather, it simply means freely enjoying the various and often quiet, subtle ways eroticism manifests itself in our world. Sex may or may not always come with that.
Yes, how I love women. I love women and beautiful women. I love exploring the sexuality and eroticism of women. I love how spring brings these wonderful mysteries of our world out in full, announcing to us all that it is time once again to enjoy life, both the sights and sounds and pleasures of all that life can bring. Life is after all the glorious and beautiful creation of God. And for me, erotic pleasures are one of the most wonderful gifts God has given this world.
Lovers find secret
places inside this
where they make
I found this nice little poetic tidbit from the always interesting Forgetful Muse:http://forgetfulmuse.tumblr.com/. Check out her site. An old blogger friend of mine, she posts a lot of nice images, poetry and her own personal observations on life, especially spiritual matters. This particular poem is from the great Persian poet, Rumi, who lived between 1207-1273. Persia, now known as Iran, is an ancient country with a long and rich cultural tradition. Rumi is considered the greatest of all Persian poets, and even today in Iran, his birthday is a national holiday. Unlike most Americans, who could not tell the difference between Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Rumi is well known by most Iranians today. Ask anyone of Persian descent living in the West who Rumi is, and most likely they will be able to tell you. The West once had a rich poetic culture that infused most of life, but sadly that has been largely lost. It is nice to see that some societies, even those that I would consider as dangerous and hostile as Iran, continue to preserve their great poetic heritages.
Again, the fusion of beauty and eroticism is as old and universal as anything in this world. This small poem on erotic love and beauty by a Persian poet and Muslim Sufi mystic who lived 800 years ago is a testament to that.
Although this may not be a great work of art, it has a certain charm. It reminds me of a lot of the nice art you would see on all those old pulp publications, the precursors of what was later to become explicit sex novels or magazines. I particularly like the bright colors: green, yellow, orange and red. These are happy and uplifting colors. The parrot adds almost a comic touch and the whole piece makes me long for the warmth and brightness of spring. Oh yes, and the ginger girl is quite lovely too.
April Fool’s Day is always fun. The strangest things can happen! My hope is that this April, after a long and cold and snowy March, will bring lots of bright, lovely Spring visions.