.red.

.red.

.red.

hot

sexy

boiling pot

scarlet letter

sultry

spicy

fiery

saucy

tantalizing piece of...

red velvet cake 

she moves and shakes it.

shake it don't break it..

cuz ya mama and daddy made it.

shakes it like a red nose pit bull. 

red puckered lips, 

leave tender luscious lip prints

on your red hot heart. 

embrace what makes your heart race.

hot to the touch

can't get enough ..

the sex pot. 

third degree burns cuz she's hot.

red lips blow kisses to the wind,

because that's all she's got.

she leaves you in a fiery burning knot.

little miss red hot sultry fire sexpot. 

©butteryevil2014

.solitude.

Solitude

Just because someone chooses to be in solitude..

Chooses to be alone..

Chooses to be their own company...

That doesn't make them lonely.

Maybe they're meditating. 

Maybe they're praying.

Maybe they like themselves as their own company. 

Maybe they're sorting through their thoughts. 

Maybe they're choosing to have no distractions.

Maybe the company they want to keep is thousands of miles out of reach.

Maybe they're figuring out how to cure the currently incurable diseases. 

They don't necessarily NEED your pity nor attention. 

They're probably enjoying life.

They're probably just fine.

Maybe they're just sitting on the dock of the bay..

Watching life's tides roll away.

Maybe...They're actually really happy.

Maybe..just maybe.

There's nothing wrong with solitude.

©Butteryevil 2014