kiss, love, romance, sensual, sexy,
by robin davis |
Why are you so mean and cruel
Making me stare, pant and drool
The sexiness that you display
Makes my body shake and sway
Tremoring each time I see
This sexy man in front of me
Arm muscles rippled with sweat
Pecks and abs I can't forget
Eyes so sparkly and green
A six pack stomach strong and lean
Soft blond hair I can't resist
Moist and tender lips to kiss
Fingertips that intertwine
When I hold your hand in mine
A loving heart beating my name
Warming me like a hot flame
That I feel in the night
Wrapped in sexiness so tight
by Barbara Gorelick |
Up early in the morning and off to the gym
Determined once again to get myself slim
The place is full of tight butts and flat abs
How long I'll last here is still up for grabs
I sweat through weights and cardio stuff
After about 30 minutes I had quite enough
There's one more machine that has my name
The stair-stepper always put me to shame
I climb to no-where, my legs giving out
I hate this sucker-Id almost rather be stout
Once again I leave feeling quite depressed
People love this stuff? oh surely you jest....
by Just That Archaic Poet |
body, heart, men, sky,
Oh, his eyes- as blue as oceans;
Like icy skies, vast and frozen
With just a gaze, my Heart fell molten-
His skin was pale, though mostly golden
His body was bawdy, and perfect oddly
Like the Statue of David- a carbon copy!
His arms were charmed, to me belonged-
A desired physique, firm yet rocky
Were his abs, strong and rippled,
My love for him more than tripled!
As a specimen- a God among men-
Lo! His embrace, leaves me crippled...
by makyia burks |
one life to live has no words to describe it but drama
GIGI been threw everything and still she standing strong
and she knows were she belong
time will tell whether she will live trough her situation
but I think she will because of her determination....
love strength and dealing wit her child
who sometimes can be very wild
but to find out more about GIGI my all time favorite character
tune in to ONE LIFE TO LIVE on abs week-days @2:00
by Keith Dovoric |
age, confusion, courage, endurance, love, time,
I think I'll work on my abs today
Maybe run on the belt
Work some muscles that in 15 years
I haven't felt
Like a player in concussion
Like the caveman with no pelt,
I coulda been sporty
But forty is forty
Every day I look at the status,
Checkin’ for cracks in my dreams
Sometimes I get to thinkin’
I could only ever act in extremes
I hatch a scenario
Of Hollywood gangland schemes
A page from Get Shorty
Well I'm only forty
So now I’m in the bullring
But the bull won’t give me a glance
It’s a real tough situation
In the deep end of a romance
But my sword is feeling potent –
Why not give things another chance
with the one who gored me?
That’s life at forty.
by Christine Needham |
To my hero,
Silent and heard.
To my Army manlet,
Make your country proud.
To my tard,
Sorry, but you'll always be one.
To my opponent,
Sorry for all the arguments… that you lost!
To my chauffeur,
Thanks for carting me around.
To my runner,
Sprint fast and hard.
To my rock,
No I’m not talking about your abs.
To my partner in crime,
We’ll count presents another day.
To my inspiration,
Thanks for being the subject of my video.
To my brother in Christ,
Now I know no matter what, I’ll see you soon.
To my hard headed, egotistical, never-wear-a-shirt, screaming lunatic of a brother,
I love you.