a thread of simple pleasures

dolf

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like drawing on the pavement with a piece of chalk,
or hanging from the branch of a tree.
comedies from your childhood,
or watching a storm on the sea.
the sound of bacon hitting a hot pan,
or of the first birdsong of the day.

post your simple pleasures.
they are our daily smiles.
 
forehead kisses
morning coffee
fresh supplies
lizards
midnight blooms
my chair
smudged walls
 
climbing into a freshly made bed
the sound of icecubes cracking in soda
an expectation free hug
singing along to the radio in the car
 
covers that twist around you
little snores
the first cold front
 
a flower given close examination
watching bees at work
watching teenagers flirt
berries that go straight from twig to fingers to mouth.
 
When I read Woks post, I thought, yup, one in every crowd....now I see its two

how bout, the first crocusses poking up in spring with still some snow around them
 
When I read Woks post, I thought, yup, one in every crowd....now I see its two

how bout, the first crocusses poking up in spring with still some snow around them

don't be a douche. it's a good feeling and you know it. who wants to go through their whole day full of shit?
 
ok then fukit

rolling over and giving a solid stroke to a late morning piss hardon , with the sun shining in the fucking window:D
 
a thread of simple pleasures...like drawing on the pavement with a piece of chalk,
or hanging from the branch of a tree.
comedies from your childhood,
or watching a storm on the sea.
the sound of bacon hitting a hot pan,
or of the first birdsong of the day.

post your simple pleasures.
they are our daily smiles.

My simple pleasure was a Liberal Arts Education:

which taught me lazily how to read a book "critically";
and consequently,
to bask in the confidence
that someone else
had navigated hedgerows similar to mine, previously.

My simple pleasure has always been deniability.

Doctor can, one has faith, prescribe a curative.

Liberal Arts - as taught - allows me the mantle of victimhood ala Proust.

Yeah I know...

Too much to google...
have a treat.
 
deniability?

you are too complicated at times. lots of times.
i wonder if i could empty your mind.
if only for a moment.
 
The skinny steering wheel of my '72.

Tossing the Kong for the hound.

Smacking a freshly lotioned ass.
 
you are too complicated at times. lots of times.
i wonder if i could empty your mind.
if only for a moment.

I adore you and always have; probably even before I knew you. I'll leave it at that.
 
The first daffodils of spring.

Freshly launderd bedding.

Good hair days.
 
smells- fresh cut hay
the way dirt smells in the early spring when it is turned over

sights n sounds- that first step any newborn animals takes & the
way its momma "talks" to it
 
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