Seeing Double

Double

without nothing on, last night; and, every single minute was choreographed, brought into focus, as if I were Guido [sic], in "Nine." 

How did they do it, you may ask?

Both bodies, shone,

like stars; sweated, in passionate embraces..lingering long, as always.

I savored them, 

as if they were a delectable, delicate,

meal.

Yes.....Two, for the price of one. Satisfaction, guaranteed.

The best things in life,

they say,

are free.

 

The Gift

Oh, how I await,
Unwrapping 

You on this special night.

Close your eyes now, as we stand below 
the mistletoe; the kiss, lingers here,
churning our souls.

You are the gift this year.
Everything I love 
Resides, abides, for you.

Merry times, await.

`x~Abe's Heart. 

Touch

It's in your touch,
simple as that;

reaching new heights
without a word.

I love the seconds
it takes;

and, 

moments like these
last a lifetime.

`x~Abe's Heart.

Our presence in the world, with love.

Your body has become inspiration enough,
like gathering together a private map
of my world,

transfixed in a moment,

coming and going; arriving and departing,
at times,
when I see you, in dream.

How do you do it,
keeping yourself present while absent?

The very air you breathe,
when we're breathing together,
pulls me closer, inward and outward
it goes;


and, we lie, spread out,
in discovery;
in intimate knowledge
of our faithfulness
in the known 
contours we share.


~x~Abe's Heart [note: this poem has been published at "Vice and Verses" also.~copyright:11/10/2009]

Our Love

The entire room was filled 

With an orange light;

Sparks thrown from another log on the fire.

Your eyes are two pools,


Reflecting each embrace, each tiny moment

We share;

And, 

Chopping up wood to burn.


~x~Abe's Heart.

Top of my Head

What I see 
in my mind's eye

is only half of you:

a physically impossible picture
concentrated 
upon your most private of parts.

My eyes drink you in
filling in the spaces
as slowly as I can.

Now,

Your sexy self, reclines,
shines, and unfurls itself.

I can feel you,
at the top of my head, now;

reaching forward, reaching out,
making yourself whole.

A real love,
steeped, like honey in my tea....

...Imagine, all of this 

and more.

`x~Abe's Heart.

Sugasm #175: Sugar, beyond the Clouds:

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

Please note: After this issue the Sugasm will be going on indefinite hiatus. Please do not submit posts via the form until further notice. If you need to contact me email radicalvixenatgmaildotcom

This Week’s Picks
Pitiful
“Sometimes I miss you so much that I am pitiful.”

MFM: Frustration
“I feel the weight of someone kneeling between my legs.”

Give me one
“Give me your orgasm.”

Sugasm Editor
Fetish Fridays: Kidnapping

Editor’s Choice
In Which Steff Has The Worst Birthday Ever

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

BDSM & Fetish
As luck would have it, I’m the luckiest slave alive.
My Introduction to Bondage
On Your Knees
Presented

Erotic Poetry
Clouds

Sex Advice
What Does Sex Feel Like for a Woman?
Where in the world is my G Spot?

News, Reviews & Interviews
Clitoris
The Erotic Woman
Nipples
Streaming the Golden Showers
Top Five Tuesday – Bloodsuckers

Sex Humor
Options. Confession #349

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Calista
HNT: Clamps
Rock n’ Roll Princess ~HNT

Sex Politics
What the hell is “rape-rape”?

Erotic Writing & Experiences
Always Laurel
Girlfriend – Mandy
Mouth For War
Musing No. 33 - Waterfall
Sexting
A Taste of Chocolate
What lies beneath

~x~Abe's Heart

Clouds:

**
In the other room,

a piano, softly, plays.

**

I'm watching the clouds now;

shifting shapes,

slowly,

drifting along,

with my thoughts...



...Your fingers, on the keys,

brush the elements:
 
a body of motion, 

you've seemed.

to me.


**

As clement,

is this beauty,

a touch, pierces the heart.

 
The softness of skin, lingers,

in each subtle touch

of melody...

...and, You are here,..

..but not.

**

I'll open up myself,

to Nature,

and, Time's

inclement moments.

**

We'll embrace the clouds

this evening;

sharing, each stroke;

each, swept hands, brush.

**

So,

as I linger here, 

half-way to you

and the skies blessings;


Like some love-struck field-hand,

The light, at least, for now, my Love,

has settled

behind

the Clouds.



`x~Abe's Heart

Dusk....

I'll tell you what I think of you,
and you'll smile to hear me say it.

When I tell you, I love you,
you'll believe it, no questions asked,
no need; only your heart to tell you
the truth.

Here you are,
where I've waited,
so patiently:

My words of love are strewn here,
reaching out, here.

With the daylight fading,
wind through my window,
and the sound of your footsteps,
the beat of my heart,
upon the front walk.

That's everything,
and you.

.....sexy one

The way you 
Hold your head
in your hands;
an upturned, saucy, smile
tells me all.


I want to be consumed by you;
each moment,
tied to you.

Your embrace
is what I long for.

Your face,
in my hands....

...Kissable lips,
so lightly, 

Longing, 

to love. 

Licking The Beatles :

Oh, Martha, my dear:

It wasn't Norwegian wood you stroked
Into erection;

Oh, no, it was the finger flick

I loved,
As we found ourselves coming together...Come
Together, baby.

Apple brought us the tunes,
And, we listened to the re-mastered ones
As we delved into our Co-Ed-masturbatory
Stasis, Ahhh, the naked body
Of you, gleaming in Summer sweat,
You Bet!

**

Never will I say to you, you've got to hide your love away,
Because, when I'm sixty-four,
We'll still be doin'
Sixty-Nine, Honey-pie.

[I'm so into the Revolution of our Love,
Love, Love.]

***

So, Let it be,
as I cram myself into your swollen
cunt, no longer a nowhere man.

It's always a hard days night, so hard, honey,
So hard, an' good,
an' getting ready to burst, for the benefit of Mister Kite...

..Your ass is lifted upon a trampoline...

Our show tonight

has commenced!

**

Billy Shears, says hi!

****

When we make love
It's like licking the Beatles!

*

`x~Abe's Heart.

Loved It.

Gabcast! SingItUpPoet! #4 - Loving It

prose/poem



I guess, you could say she loved it because she remembered it so well; the way his hands played along her back and buttocks; grasped the backs of her knees:

Those small hollows, tingling like two cups of hot tea.

As his cock reached into the hilt of her, he'd work his way to her spine. (The exploratory hands of her lover, was a blessed assurance.)

Then, with a resounding smack, his palm came down upon her ass; the fullness of each cheek, receiving its due.

She loved him, all the more, at moments like this:

His possession, his love, giving space to the entire room; and, the bed only a cavern's twinkling, in candlelight.

(How did it ever happen, their meeting like this?)

Remembering the goodness of a spanking...remembering what makes it so special, so lasting,
so loving. The hilt of her is singing...into crimson.


Life.//

`x~Abe's Heart. 08/21.2009~12:26PM

How I'd reflected, in the afterglow...

It was curiosity,
more than anything else
which brought me to you.

More than any orgasm
reached;
heat rising
in the air conditioned room.

Your power
was the power of ages;

as brilliant a goddess
ever breathed.

I saw you like that;
held you in my arms,
my heart...

...never bleeding.

~x` Abe's Heart. 08/18/2009.

Late in the Game:

The words poured out of her,
late in the game.. On the television: three balls, a strike, and, two runs, dominated the room. There wasn't any reason for her disappointment. It was just a baseball game, like so many others and his beer was in the fridge and in his hand and her eyes said it all, as the opposing team and crowd cheered.

There was no poetry, only prose. Here, we can get lost, she thought, as she opened the fridge and popped another can and the heat of the kitchen became all-too stifling, all-to-heavy; it was the heaviness of her clothes, the heaviness of her belted skirt, weighing her down and before you knew it, the heat of the day, boiling in the afternoon, settled itself like a tropical depression. She was entering that heated zone, sipping a beer, same as her hubby on the couch and his feet were propped on the coffee table and yes, the moment could've been lost; could've taken a dark turn, if she'd decided to take her beer outside.
Instead, she found herself girded and protected by a resolve: Her clothes, slowly fell to the floor. The Kitchen, instead of being a harbor of home, was transformed into a place of overwhelming disconnect [in a good way.] Naked, now, half-way into the 7th Inning Stretch, she put down her empty can, and went back into the living room.

Hubby looked up, and then undid his belt, pulling his jeans down, scrunching his butt on the couch. She, with the heat of the house, their abode, of shifting currents, entered victorious.

Straddling now, with his cock inside her,

the game, faded into baseball legend.

They no longer could hear the first run of the 8th Inning and if the moment were truly their own, you couldn't fathom the scores.

Late in the game,
they found themselves,
reaching beyond the World Series....maybe,
not poetry in motion; although, the imagination
for things had brought a reward.

`x~Abe's Heart 08/05/09.

Open:

Let me speak to you
as I would
a lover:

Taking you in,
the voyeur in me
holds its breath;

a circle,
twined,
captures my eye,
and, the fleeting seconds,
bringing you closer
only enhances
the fancy I'd sought.

Every word
may go
unheard;

however,
this open door
has granted
an intimate eye.

Frozen, in beautiful movement,
the lover in me
smiles.

~x~Abe's Heart.

Sugasm # 169 : Sugasm for the 4th of July!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #170? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Clothespin Communion
“Surrender to the sensation.”

Remembering the Pain
“And it really was that bad.”

Short And Sweet
“Why don’t you turn over”

Sugasm Editor
Fetish Fridays: Financial Submission

Editor’s Choice
Belonging

More Sugasm
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(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Absence
Evey Can Haz?
The Ghost of Sex Toys Past (Part One of Three)
“Boy, Girl, or In-between?” Princess Frida’s Fabulous Talk, and My Thoughts
“Work” Confession #297

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Busty beauty Jenny McClain
Flash Spanking Videos
Leighton Meester Sex Tape
Pearls
Thrashed on their bared buttocks
Waiting for Tonight

Sex Humor
Fat Sex and Why It’s Good

BDSM & Fetish
Don’t Have Mercy on Me, Baby
Formalities, and, on second thought, greetings
The Going Away Present
He gave them pain like balm, and they begged him for it
High School Bully Part 3
Home Alone?
Mollena Williams added to 100 Divas
A Night In Bondage
Under instruction
The war of the sexes

Sex Poetry
At the movies….

News, Reviews & Interviews
The Independent lists “the ten best sex toys.” I fly into a rage.
Take Me Out to the Sapphic Sex Romp
Vibratex Pandora
The Wily Old Crocodile: An Interview with Eosuchus

Sex Advice
Anal Sex for Beginners
New At Sex Is Magazine: Foods That Enhance Your Sex Drive
Q&A with Dr.Ruthie - Asking for Better Sex
Starting At The Bottom: An Intro to Anal Play, Part 2

Erotic Writing & Experiences
Amber gives me a blowjob..in person!
From Behind
Its Morning…(The Last Time)
Just fucking.
A Matter of Taste
May i feel said he
New Man at the Lesbos Palace
The Problem with Thongs
The Raise
Randy: the new big cock
Stranger Fuck & Plough
Whore, Adulteress, Sinner
You can leave your hat on

love as always,

Abe's Heart.

Underground:

You never know
what you'll find

On the streets;

And, so,
taking your chances,
you find yourself
below.

Only to see, feel, and share.
Is it love?
Is it movement of silk?

Mystery, singular,
reaching out to the dark
and the light.

In this we move forward:

We're sexy, little, things,

merging,

in the Night.



love as always
~Abe's Heart~

"At the movies..."

He could envision the trail of clothing
Wending its way from the front door
to the stairway; her silken panties dropped
outside the bedroom door.

He smiled, ready as any Saturday sinner
hearing the car in the driveway and the scamper up the front walk,
as a tip-tapping prelude to their private waltz.

Everything fell away,
when she, finally, stood in the doorway
and sunlight caressed her skin.

"Let the fireworks begin," she said.

`x~Abe's Heart.

...three's a crowd.

I remember
being sandwiched
in the attic:

Your cold hands
caressed all of my parts.

There were leaves
falling,
in window-view.

Between moonlight
and dusk,
we played
like lovers.

Your friend
had left us
to love.