Perchance to Dream................

It is very early in the morning.............Cheyenne is in my bed sleeping like a baby and I am not.

Rather than sit in the darkness and curse the porch-light, I will dabble here for a bit.

I took Cheyenne to Tom Cat's for pizza last night. Shortly after we ordered, the incredibly edible Sabre' breezed in like a zephyr...........running fashionably late.

She was clad in a beaded, embroidered and backless halter top with a diaphanous, apron-like affair whispering over her belly. A garment that resonated with every remaining,"ancient hippy" fiber of my soul...........striking the chords of nostalgia for those halcyon days when we endlessly (and mindlessly) re-enacted the summer of love and thought youth would never end.

She was lovely and the top was exquisite..............and I told her so. I even hazarded the use of the words "exquisite" and "lovely"........which, of course, are among that group of words that, when used by a man, will significantly diminish the body's store of testosterone and, if used too often, will actually reduce the length and girth of one's penis.

I was graciously given permission, not only to take her picture, but to post it here as well................







Tres sweet...........or what, eh?

The top, I mean..............

Thus endeth the entry.........