Okay....

....So, the next time you feel like stompin' on someone's face with your big, black, boots, jus' put on this fuckin' song and shout the shit out of it. Get your blood up, and sing, ya dingus!

Out!



~x~Abe's Heart

I'm scattered...Did'ja Notice?

I've got so many places on blogspot
I don't know where to write next!

I'm going to spend some time reading other peeps
blogs for a while. Its been, like, forever since I've dipped
into the sexiness out there...(that's my Cali-by-way-of-New-York-Voice!).....

.....Maybe, just maybe, I'll end up at YOUR BLOG!!!!!!!!!!????

See ya soon. I'll make my way through "Paradise of Reads" list...then, the "followers" list......

`x~Abe's Heart.

no title

She was curious. The kind of woman who couldn't wait for anything, she was; two strokes of the brush, sent her into orgasm; and, three strokes, sent her heart chiming.


He'd work on it, dreaming of the next scene, the next words. She'd play his game, 'cause she loved it. The whole house would sing with their love-making.


Years of curiosity,
making his kitten purr.


Yep...that's her.

Poetry

POETRYpoetryPOETRYpoetryPOETRYpoetry....
.....Click me! 

[I've been busy, gathering together a new book. Some of these will be included]