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AGE: 37
LOC: Barbados
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 08

35, single and no children
happy, healthy and getting wiser
creative, love gardening and sewing
a born agian christian and loves it

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Poetry / An affair
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With one glance I knew the dangers of stepping from behind the safety of my world. I smelt the intoxication of your aura and I tingled at the closeness of your heat, For so long I resisted everything about you until now... its the time for togetherness But my heart does not and cannot betray what my body so easily does I think and ponder openly of the day of freedom when we walk hand in hand, if only... I delay the love of another who desires me for just a moment with you and then...I cry whe...
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Poetry / Unbridle
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Stop my heart and hold my breath, the moment I saw you I lusted deep in my pants. Hold my breath silently while you speak, those lips beckoning a touch from my tounge and a stoke from my fingers Throbbing constantly as you walk by, weaken by your perfume and the sway of your hips, the movement of your breasts I pant for years after you never obtaining you until one day when all was weak I entered your domain and...you. I drank from the nectar of your wetness while easing into the heat of your...
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I knew you are are real for I felt you near prodding my concious until I gave in, I followed with unbridled passion and zeal was my bread I belived with faith undying and sought your counsel for everything Then I stepped into the real world... They say you are are near but push me away who is close, cause I do not fit the mould of perfect serenity My mistakes, while my own become yours, but never the burden of those who come to worship you, instead they point and whisper at my fall from grace...
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There was a time when hips were admired and extended non sicilone breasts made some shiver with pleasure, painted pictures of rounded tummies were admired and heads gently rested in the mould of softness. Until now... Now… the silent disapproval of chocolate or pizza, pilates and joggers, resound Loudly.... ..anorexia, bulilmic, healthy, curvy, fat and obsese, who were you before? DID YOU TELL YOURSELF THAT YOU ARE ONE OF THEM or did you just beleive it... Can you eat, can you stop running to...
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I am waiting for ... so many things...cause I am told its better to wait The right man The right job The right time The right reason I wait...not peacefully or humbly, I groan, I moan, I pant and sigh, and then I cry... I am waiting for World peace A baby Promotion Better days And I wait...not hopefully or gleefully, I pain, I stomp, I cuss and raise my fist...and then I cry... I am waiting for More money A new house You to come home The sun to come up...I wait patiently because I have no cho...
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Romance / Eternal Passion
In reading this story I could see the man's point of view clearly, you did a good job of bringing over his feelings, personally i wanted more details of the passionate moment, because you broke up the flow with too many periods. Overall i was transported to their room and moment... keep it up
As a press release it works in supplying relevant information of the author and book, however i was hoping for more information on the author's insipiration on the subject matter. As the subject matter was set in 1833, I think in the information section on the actual novel should have been more set on that time era as oppose to bringing the potential reader straight into the 21st century with the word globalization eventhough the concept is what you are trying to envision.
Poetry / Bicycle accident
I felt more compassionate towards all bicycle riders after reading this, its as if you had either done through such an accident or your knew first hand someone who has. You captured the emotions of a rider quite well
This poem has the potential of a story, thats how it read to me, like the onfolding of a novel. It was drawing and anticipating. Good work
Honestly, I am a bit confused with the repetition of Nothing Street, I know its a song but I am not feeling it... perhaps it may be my own mindset, but i was looking for more lyrics to bring a visulization to why its nothing street
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