This is me, and this is how

This is me, in my favorite dress of all.

And this is how I feel in it.

This is X-rated to me

I assume when men view x rated images,

thoughts dim and lower,

and more primal forces arise.

When women view such material,

we often go the opposite direction,

wondering about the actors, who they are . . . .


But these photos, from this blog, this is x-rated to me

It stuns me and hushes my thoughts.

If these were my dresses, I would redo my entire wedding.

I would wear that number to the rehearsal dinner.



Then, there is this dress.

This would be my wedding gown.

A gown befitting Mrs. Hall.

And this? Dear God, the words aren't there.

Except to say, this gown would be the one I would wear on my honey moon.

Having dinner with my husband, playing footsie under the table.

Making the devil rise.



Yes folks.

Viewing these photos, my thoughts dim and primal forces awaken,

and I go non verbal.

Decor to make the Devil rise

Let's take a tour of my new house, shall we?



In this room I'll take off my shoes and lounge. The fire is so toasty and warm, I can task the dark apple cider on my lips... mmm, Snugglesville . . .



I'll spy on the neighbors through the windows. They seem nice, a bit strange though ;) The wife brought us the best casserole. She is quite stunning.



We've had them over for movies. We can also hold concerts there ;)



This is where we dine, enjoying the love as we say grace and give thanks.



Before we retire to bed, I shall draw a bath with lavender and vanilla essential oils. Hmm... which tub shall I choose tonight? I think this one will do. . .



What is true in all of this, which makes me weepy with the very thought, is this: Our cherry wood sleigh bed. I hear it calling for us. One week till we can liberate her from the storage shed.



After, to end the night, I do believe a midnight dip in the pool is called for.



It is a heated pool after all . . .

Have a good weekend all. And may all your flights of fancy come true.

Dresses that cause the devil to rise

On the Sabbath, the Bible advises rest.

And on this day, that dress would befit the rest of Mrs. Hall.




After which, I would rise refreshed. Ready to begin my work anew.

And that devilish red suit right there, oh my! That would do.

This is x-rated to me

I assume when men view x rated images, thoughts dim and lower,

and more primal forces arise.

When women view such material,

we often go the opposite direction,

wondering about the actors, who they are . . . .


But these photos, from this blog, this is x-rated to me

It stuns me and hushes my thoughts.

If these were my dresses, I would redo my entire wedding.

I would wear that number to the rehearsal dinner.



Then, there is this dress.

This would be my wedding gown.

A gown befitting Mrs. Hall.

And this? Dear God, the words aren't there.

Except to say, this gown would be the one I would wear on my honey moon.

Having dinner with my husband, playing footsie under the table.

Causing the devil to rise.



Yes folks.

Viewing these photos, my thoughts dim and primal forces awaken,

and I go non verbal.