With camera in hand this raven heartbreaker prances around town in her short denim skirt and ballet slip-ons. Her t-shirt claims she is in love, but with whom? (Let it be me! Let it be me!)

Note that one of the other brunettes in this photo is wearing a long pair of jeans, meaning that it isn't necessary for girls of all ages to walk around half-nude in order to be able to bear the weather.

'Thus he that overruled I oversway'd,
Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain

Strong-tempered steel his stronger strength obey'd,
Yet was he servile to my coy disdain

O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
For mastering her that foiled the god of fight!

This set of photos always has me in stitches. The young wench is wearing a short skirt, a tank top and has french goddamn pedicure, and yet she's holding her mother's hand!

It's time to make up your mind! What will it be? Are you a salacious young tart or a naive young maiden?

'Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,--
Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red--

The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine.
What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head

It doesn't get cuter than these two very often! Particularly the strawberry blonde pixie on the left. Though the voluptuous brunette on the right is certainly not to be frowned upon, either.

Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies;
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?

'Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again,
And I will wink; so shall the day seem night

Love keeps his revels where they are but twain

Even though this was taken almost a year ago, I still remember the details of this particular encounter. She clearly sensed that I was taking her photo, and turned to confirm what her female intuition told her.

Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight

These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.