Hot sax!

If you've not had the experience of a (I believe that's a '68) Chevelle under your fanny, well.  You owe it to yourself to find one and take a drive. This is a 'muscle car'.  A fairly preposterous proportion of steel and horsepower.  A fire breathing dragon and you've got her by the tail!

Check out this link to one of my favorite films made shortly after the era of this car and set in the decade just prior to her birth.   Love the sax.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6fJata9hFo&feature=related

Freddie!

Oh to have his vocal range!  Freddie Mercury, a mercurial character indeed.  I read that he had some extra molars.  He attributed his voice, in part, to those choppers.

One of two composers who sometimes bring tears to my eyes.  Miss you Freddie.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUGRedIV4xM&feature=related

I wish I were her Nubian Girl

The following is translated from hieroglyphs.  Written about 1100 BC.  I used to think I was the only one who had such thoughts:

I wish I were her Nubian Girl,
 one to attend her (bosom comppanion).
Confidant and a child of discretion:
Close hidden at nightfall we whisper
As (modest by day) she offers
breasts like ripe berries to evening-
Her long gown settles, then bodiless
hangs from my helping hand
Oh, she'll give pleasure! In future
no grown man will deny it!
But tonight, to me, this chaste girl
bares unthinking the delicate blush
Of a most secret landscape,
her woman's body

Envy

I mentioned on this post: http://femdom101.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-take-feminazation.html ,that I envy women a number of things.  That's not to say that I want to be a woman, I just miss the time long ago that I was allowed to stand at the door of the clubhouse and watch.  Occasionally I'd be let in.

This is actually not an oil on canvas but a doctored photo in a series called 'Dream of a maid"  by Kamal Kamil.

Es tut mir leid, y'all....

but I didn't get taken in the rapture.  Here's a little something to carry us over: http://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?p=she%27s+so+high+above+me

Excerpt from "The Three Musketeers"

Pale, motionless, overwhelmed by this frightful revelation, dazzled by the superhuman beauty of this woman who unveiled herself before him with an immodesty which appeared to him sublime, he ended by falling on his knees before her as the early Christians did before those pure and holy martyrs whom the persecution of the emperors gave up in the circus to the sanguinary sensuality of the populace. The brand disappeared; the beauty alone remained.

"Pardon! Pardon!" cried Felton, "oh, pardon!"

Milady read in his eyes LOVE! LOVE!

"Pardon for what?" asked she.

"Pardon me for having joined with your persecutors."

Milady held out her hand to him.

"So beautiful! so young!" cried Felton, covering that hand with his kisses.

Milady let one of those looks fall upon him which make a slave of a king.

Felton was a Puritan; he abandoned the hand of this woman to kiss her feet.

He no longer loved her; he adored her.

Good Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTAhZKP5wCY

and whammy bars are indeed hard to find!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmoHQ2DC3zo&feature=related

Where IS that tenderness?  Damn, I wish I was twenty again.