Welcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you.
Fans herself and scuttles away. Happy May to you. I hope that an architect and a skilled builder (who may or may not be the same person) walk into your world.
Such a festive holiday poem! I must find a willing partner and celebrate properly. If I stand on a corner and read this I might just get lucky. Or get arrested.
Tradition is important. Never aplogize for the May erotica How else to explain our flushed appearance? Thanks for the pole poem. Whew! Have an awesome week
I do remember this, but I will say that cheap beers don't do it for ALL of us. Sex, like beer, follows the rule of quality over quantity. Or, at least should.
I'm sorry, I read this five times and I'm still not fully understanding the true meaning of the May Pole. I'll get my hubby to read this to me and maybe we will need to rein at this so I get the full affect:)
No need for apologies. I'm glad you said something. There's a silly tradition called the May Pole Dance that started in Europe centuries ago, on May 1st (or some time in May). People erect a really tall pole then dance around it merrily, get drunk, and generally act silly. So you see, Birgit, it made for the perfect subject of my May erotica poem. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maypole
If I could remember my original comment, I'd re-comment. not really! When I think of May pole, I immediately think The Wicker Man. Did you ever see that one?
Pat, I didn't see it. How funny - it lose $2 million dollars but Nicholas Cage gained acclaim for his comedic performance. Only, he hadn't intended to be comedic. I think I need to see it and look for the May pole.
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Fans herself and scuttles away.
ReplyDeleteHappy May to you. I hope that an architect and a skilled builder (who may or may not be the same person) walk into your world.
Thanks for your gracious, highly appealing wishes, EC. You're a true friend.
DeleteDid you just ask us to caress your boobies, Robyn? When? Where?!
ReplyDeleteYes I did, GB. I did because boobies are the wholesome, natural means for sustaining new life.
DeleteMeet ya behind tree #3. Wink.
You may not need dating sites any more after that open invitation lol But have to wait again until next May? Damn, hopefully on long lasting lay.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it needs to be a really, really big pole to get me through until next May. Wish me luck, Pat.
DeleteSuch a festive holiday poem! I must find a willing partner and celebrate properly. If I stand on a corner and read this I might just get lucky. Or get arrested.
ReplyDeleteMmm, handcuffs? Now we're talking, Jono. Wink.
DeleteI remember that one!
ReplyDeleteI'd prefer more than just dancing around my pole.
I don't blame you, Alex. Why waste an upstanding pole by merely dancing around it?
DeleteThat's a whole new type of pole dancing. LOL
ReplyDeleteProblem (for me) is that it has to start with an erection.
DeleteOh yes, the dance of luuuuuuv!
ReplyDeleteand drunken mayhem. Hey, MAYhem. That works.
DeleteSmiles.
I always enjoy your seasonal erotica to mark my calendar.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your appreciation, Stephen.
DeleteTradition is important. Never aplogize for the May erotica
ReplyDeleteHow else to explain our flushed appearance?
Thanks for the pole poem. Whew!
Have an awesome week
Thank you. An awesome week to you as well, Joanne.
DeleteI do remember this, but I will say that cheap beers don't do it for ALL of us. Sex, like beer, follows the rule of quality over quantity. Or, at least should.
ReplyDeleteI suppose it should. But those of us who are celibate on the regular will gladly accept any quantity regardless how poor (err small) the quality.
DeleteI'll skip the beer and go for the mai tai. It will help dispel the heat.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, and I'll take a strawberry margarita.
DeleteHello, Doogie Howser! You've certainly grown.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Haha. He clearly graduated from puberty.
DeleteLove ya.
I'm sorry, I read this five times and I'm still not fully understanding the true meaning of the May Pole. I'll get my hubby to read this to me and maybe we will need to rein at this so I get the full affect:)
ReplyDeleteNo need for apologies. I'm glad you said something. There's a silly tradition called the May Pole Dance that started in Europe centuries ago, on May 1st (or some time in May). People erect a really tall pole then dance around it merrily, get drunk, and generally act silly. So you see, Birgit, it made for the perfect subject of my May erotica poem.
Deletehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maypole
HA! You're a one-of-a-kind, Robyn. Happy May to you! :)
ReplyDeleteI feel so guilty laughing at this. :P
ReplyDeleteI wonder how they'd react seeing their photos here.
I do remember this one. Yup, memorable. *grin*
ReplyDeleteThank you, Connie, Lux, and LD.
DeleteGlad to make you grin, smile, and/or say "She's crazy."
Be well.
Yes I remember this one.
ReplyDeletePeace.
xo
I remember it then ( the post) and still enjoy it now! Happy May my friend.
ReplyDeleteIf I could remember my original comment, I'd re-comment. not really! When I think of May pole, I immediately think The Wicker Man. Did you ever see that one?
ReplyDeleteThank you Anthony, Holli, and Pat.
DeletePat, I didn't see it. How funny - it lose $2 million dollars but Nicholas Cage gained acclaim for his comedic performance. Only, he hadn't intended to be comedic. I think I need to see it and look for the May pole.
PS oops - it losT $2 mill. =)
DeleteSo, do I take it that you get naughty once a year, in May. No, I know better.
ReplyDeleteOh no, I have erotica for every month of the year, Sage. You do know better.
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