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Some say
it doesn't matter what you write
as long as it makes some sort
of sense.

You must treat each word
as if it were a lover's touch;
grasping at an insight
unseen.

The world will be kind 
to your efforts.

The poet in you
speaks softly;
tending the garden
by lamp-light.

The moon is a sliver-full
tonight....

....Say what you want...:


I'm in love.


~x~Abe's Heart.

Sexy Pose:

You leave me speechless

in a good way...Sexy Poses, for this day! 

(I love these photos)

`x~Abe's Heart.

Beauty

There is something powerful
In the air; something, so sexy
It cannot breathe.

I never want to contemplate death;
Putting it off, when our love is so strong.

We stake our little piece of the world,
Knowing its hurts and fears.

Let me give you a hug;
A last embrace,
Which lasts forever.

The beauty I see
Is you.



~x~Abe's Heart

Blast from the Past : " Beautiful"

In these days

where loss prevails

you must stop:

Slow the heart, and gather,

what Beauty you can.

**

Open your eyes, my love.

See what is to see:

There is beauty,

you know,

all around you.

~x`Abe's Heart

Original Sin

I love the way your secrets are revealed, like some purring feline, scratching at the door...

...and, me, the old Tom-Cat

with knowledge 

of before.

`x~Abe's Heart.

You Said,...

...You were a naughty girl
and wanted what you craved;

A sexy little cheerleader,
bare bottomed for a day.

The paddle that I'd purchased,
awaited your behind....

....I tripped you,
right across my knees,

and, soundly 

fulfilled all your needs....


...my sexy, naughty girl.

~x~Abe's Heart. 

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.