When I look at Richard, this is what I see,
poetry in motion . . . poetry in motion, walkin’ by my side
His lovely locomotion, keeps my eyes open wide (what a dish!)
Poetry in motion, see that sexy sway
A wave out on the ocean, could never move that way . . .
I love every movement, and there’s nothing I would change
He doesn’t need improvement, he’s much too nice to re-arrange . . .
(my take on Johnny Tillotson‘s “Poetry in Motion“)
OK, when I opened this Dictionary.com email for the day, I had a sort of Beavis and Butthead moment. A stupid grin on my face. Giggling under my breath. Snorting a bit. Was this a word I would be using at TAE?
Ogle: (verb) to look at amorously, flirtatiously or impertinently. To eye, look at or stare at.
Ogle traces its origins to Lower German oeglen, “to look at,” but ultimately comes from a now extinct word for “eye,” oog.
Do I ogle Richard Armitage? Is the Pope Catholic? Does the sun still rise in the east and set in the west? Do I have a strange-but-lovable three-legged black and white tuxedo cat with a Hitler mustache?
A resounding “yes” to all of the above! I mean, how can I, a sane, red-blooded heterosexual female with extremely good taste in men not do a bit (OK, a LOT) of ogling of such a magnificent specimen as this??
Both dressed . . .
And the rear view is awfully nice . . . *sigh* (click on photo if Sir Guy is not moving, ladies and gents)
Those amazingly long, lean, muscular dancer’s thighs!
Need I say more?
Look at me, I’ve got a case of body language . . . of body language . . . from ogling the fabulous Richard Armitage and his cast of ChaRActers. How about you? 😉