The feminine form

wreaks havoc on my sensory: What, after all, am I looking at?

conditional curves, delicious dips, profound protuberances, accentuated accesses

a pelvis that wobbles like an ocean’s wave, a-surge with belly ripples that rushingly radiate

soft, fuzzy body hair that looks, in a light breeze,  like a wheat field a-waving from a take obtained hovering up in strato-space

knowing feet that step so delicately yet deliberately that I wonder if they don’t have more intelligence than half the human race

clear, casting eyes that fixate on the truth in a heart not a moment too late

a poking tongue that teases how easy any inch of flesh can to an erotically provocative use be put

a lower lip that dangles slightly with a word unspoken churning up a vision of love pouncing delight upon that pouty in the night

breasts that sway like chandeliers pendant and swinging during a minor earth tremor

buns that strap so tight that  the seam of a panty is a formidable ridge considered in topographical relief

engorging crevasses that mysteriously appear with inescapable allure at the very moment of a numinous heartquake

Havoc, I say, havoc!

Cry and let loose the dogs of Eros.

Okay, kiddies, since I’m nearly blog-dead (stillborn with words that find not time to burst into bloom and infuse the internet with their linguistic effervescence), I’ll just zoom-zoom-zoom and pass a long a few of my favorite fun facts:

The correct response to the Irish greeting, "Top of the morning to you," is "and the rest of the day to yourself."

(So greet your boss with "Top of the morning to you,"  and correct him/her if she/he fails to give you the rest of the day off.)

The right side of a boat was called the starboard side due to the fact that the astronavigators used to stand out on the plank (which was on the right side) to get an unobstructed view of the stars. The left side was called the port side because that was the side that you put in on at the port.

(Something tells me that astronavigators had to be good swimmers, too.)

The last thing to happen is the ultimate. The next-to-last is the penultimate, and the second-to-last is the antepenultimate.

(As with good sex, the antepenultimate: consumate intent; the penultimate: irrepressible orgasm; the ultimate: embracing, timeless contentment)

Greenland: The largest island in the world, got its name not because it has lush green fields which the name implies, but rather because people were purposely misled to believe that it had greenery, or good place to grow crop to make a good living. Viking explorers called the frozen island in the Arctic Circle Greenland to attract settlers, who otherwise might have been scared off. However, only the coastal area turns green and even this greening occurs solely during Greenland’s brief summer. But long after the Vikings had passed and their subterfuge had been discovered, the erroneous label remained as the island’s official name.

(This makes me wonder if "The Enchanted Kingdom" is truly enchanted. )

Oh, yes, and one scary fact:Many of today’s automobiles and trucks are already equipped with retrievable ‘black boxes’ that record the last seconds prior to a catastrophic accident.IBM and others are envisioning a scenario that will automatically transmit such crash data instantaneously via satellite to an online Global Data Safety Vault for analysis by intelligent Data Miner software.

(Ponder the acronym P.E.T. : personal e-tracking.)