Sunday, January 06, 2013

ponderings


I stand here pondering the ways of the world; you tell me you want me, more than anything in the world.  I dress the way you like when you say it makes me more naked than when I’m naked. When I beckon you to the table of sensual delight, you smile and wave, but you keep shoveling snow.
Mag #150. image by Daniel Murtagh

12 Comments:

Blogger Rene Foran said...

I imagine he'll need a warm up soon enough...patience, my pretty :)

1:25 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

I think you are ready for the Spring Thaw!!!!

1:58 PM  
Blogger Rebelle said...

Ha,ha and @ Helen's remark too!

2:46 PM  
Blogger Berowne said...

That's what I thawed. :-)

4:20 PM  
Blogger Kathe W. said...

make me smile- we were both outside this morning shoveling snow! Dreamy....

4:51 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

A bit of hot tongue and cold shoulder, I'd say...for dinner tonight!

7:08 PM  
Blogger Lyn said...

Brrrr...how cold can you get? Wait, the day isn't over yet!! Very nice, my friend...

9:08 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

So lyrical...this one's begging for some music, Rel!

1:01 PM  
Blogger Carrie Burtt said...

That snow sure can be cold on all the body....great write Rel! :-)

2:35 PM  
Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

We ignore the one we have pledged our love to...ah perhaps he will be drawn back to warmth again.

10:06 PM  
Blogger Karen S. said...

Oh absolutely right- you can only shovel so much he'll be in soon enough!

11:06 PM  
Blogger Helena said...

Chilly but tender. A nice little combination!

4:17 PM  

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