Dreamin big! When this novel gets a movie deal, only Sanaa Lathan can breath life into my protagaonist**LOGAN COOPER**
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Music
Only Golden Brookes has what it takes to embody The Sassy and Sophisticated **NOELLE BRADLEY**
Movies
Seriously considering this young Lady as the wide eyed and beautiful **BIANCA TAYLOR**
Television
No one comes between **JORDAN MAXWELL** and her history with Derek Davenport, or so it seems...
I believe Tamala Jones possesses the firey passion to portray Jordan!
“Honey, Baby, Sweetheart, it’s cold outside baby” she said, with her lips rolling in and out “Come inside… my coat, there’s enough room for the both of us” His warm lips nestled against the tip of her nose She couldn’t help but to lean forward into his arms She let a long sighing breath steam the air against his neck She warmed his skin He blocked the cold winds She laid her souls as a blanket He protected from coldest elements They made a fire Standing together in the cold winds of time, is always better than standing alone It’s even better when someone loves you during the coldest times in this world Fall turns into winter Fire and desire warms toes, hips, breast and lips, and souls Reach for love, and turn up the heat Lower the thermostat of those summer expectations of the visual needs that make you hot Think about Hot Chocolate filling your cup deeply, and it goes down so sweetly If it drips, oh well, the clean up can be fun Fall mists for sweet kisses Winter drifts in-between the cracks and crevices Fill yourself with love, and let it swell tight, and release only when you’re hot enough Hold tight to love because it will be cold if holding alone Feel someone’s heart beating, and let your heart beat for the need of warmth Cold is coming winterize with love
cr@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn read about the book BRUSH STROKES @ alvinhorn.com
ON A DAY THE WORLD HONORS FATHERS I reflect on what an honor it world be for any father to celebrate with you If it was me, or that father you have known, and do know, on this day, to share with you, looking at you, and hearing you, perhaps being pampered by you This moment in time a blessing to be cherish for a lifetime You supporting and encouraging fathers, as in the man I’m trying to be, I am only as good as the woman who is near me, talking to me, thinking about me, and helping me in the best or worst times I see you happy in love to please me An you do please me A responsible man I strive to be And as all men should feel, those little things you do, mean so much in making me the man I am Yet I am not a perfect man and you are still there for me As a determined father I am trying to give the full spectrum of manhood to my blood and all others who look up to me or need me As an uncle, cousin, grandfather, friend, mentor, when it is time I display firmness but with a loving touch, a man in touch with his emotions Emotions I does not suppress for the image of false strength For the strongest man is a man who is willing to show his inner self Whether a tear or a cheer Whether seething anger or a soft embrace I wear my heart on my sleeve My tears drip alone or in front of many For the finest man is simple a man with a deep soul Yet I am only as good as the woman who is there for me She is a good man’s backbone So on Fathers Day, it is our day Let celebrate together If not me, there is a father to be honored, and he is blessed to have you
cr@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, Here is a passage from my best selling romantic novel, BRUSH STROKES, order your copy @ Amazon.com “A man may admire what a woman does for a living; he may admire her education and social circle. He may be enamored with her physical beauty, but he only truly falls in love, with the softest and warmest part of her, her soul.” http://alvinhorn.com
I RODE DOWN THE LONELY HI-WAY With the top down, the sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the soul of my 8 track player The Dells crooned, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” My Blues bled into the dark sky My eyes were on the road but, I see her at every mile maker, and with every star that sparkled above I pushed on the gas as my heart raced Where am I going? Anywhere she might be Teasing my soul hoping she was headed to me Whoooo… I took that corner to fast Slow down and live with the memories Like when we were lovers in the night She is sitting on my love Her hands spread on my chest Her lips and eyes smile Feeling my love We were cruising after we had climbed a mountain I’m watching her mountains rise and fall, and drip on me She and I create streams that lead to her river I hold onto her firm Whoooo… I almost ran of the road I’m squeezing the driving wheel with all my might; my hands are numb I look to the passage seat I’m alone on this lonely hi-way I check my seat belt, adjust my mirror, and try to adjust to the fact…she is gone I turn the 8 track up, and hit repeat…again, as The Dells croon, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” I hit the gas and head home
cr@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, the author of BRUSH STROKES THOUSANDS OF READERS LOVE BRUSH STROKES, a unique love story, see the reviews at Amazon.com ... click here on Amazon.com http://alvinhorn.com/
Have a great week and here is a poem to take you back, or take you there
I RODE DOWN THE LONELY HI-WAY With the top down, the sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the soul of my 8 track player The Dells crooned, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” My Blues bled into the dark sky My eyes were on the road but, I see her at every mile marker, and with every star that sparkled above I pushed on the gas as my heart raced Where am I going? Anywhere she might be Teasing my soul hoping she was headed to me Whoooo… I took that corner too fast Slow down and live with the memories Like when we were lovers in the night She is sitting on my love Her hands spread on my chest Her lips and eyes smile Feeling my love We were cruising after we had climbed a mountain I’m watching her mountains rise and fall, and drip on me She and I create streams that lead to her river I hold onto her firm Whoooo… I almost ran off the road I’m squeezing the driving wheel with all my might; my hands are numb I look to the passage seat I’m alone on this lonely hi-way I check my seat belt, adjust my mirror, and try to adjust to the fact…she is gone I turn the 8 track up, and hit repeat…again, as The Dells croon, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” I hit the gas and head home
cr@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, the author of BRUSH STROKES THOUSANDS OF READERS LOVE BRUSH STROKES, a unique love story, see the reviews at Amazon.com ... click here on Amazon.com Come on by my new main website http://alvinhorn.com
A poem from your two-wheeled writing author, roll with this one
Get-On…Get Off In my dreams…the switch is turned on She and I removed our helmets We kissed while we rolled-on in first gear Released our cruise controls Played freeway tag, touching each others rear Changed lanes in and out and around each other Weaving foreplay Downshifted into the mating game I watched you ride as if you were tight on a pole Work that ride baby Your intake comes on hard, and it sounds good Hot road underneath us We sweat in our leathers; it’s well oiled down there In my dreams…we hit the open road A smile flows from your eyes, from behind your visor I admire your paint job as we roll side by side My vision is not blurred…from going as fast as I can You accelerate into every corner You pass me, and I draft into your backside burn I’m on your tail…I mean trail…as the sway of your hips is a magnet to my engine I hit the throttle My front-end is up in the air, and it doesn’t seem to want to come down You know I’m showing off But you love my confidence as I pull in behind you And my big motor runs good, because you put the fuel in it I slow down There’s a funny liquid on your tail…I mean on the trail… You bring your RPM’s up, again I enjoy knowing, you are having one for the road After you have finished vibrating…shaking, and decelerating We both drop down to first gear again Remove our helmets Kiss while rolling side by side Cruise on into the sunset At last light We put our kickstands down And sleep for awhile In my dreams… the switch is turned off Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn @2009 my main website http://alvinhorn.com/
Dreaming of God The birth and death of his son Christ has risen in my divine dreams And for you and me, he arises In my divine dreams I’m seeing Christ before me He is asking is anyone ready to come be with me Rejoice in me For if anyone would come, they will be welcome in my Fathers house Many have already rested their souls in everlasting peace, in my Fathers house Think of them now You miss them Know me, and then think of them Your dream of seeing them again, is a spiritual reality For I have died and arose for them Rejoice in the glory For all that is wrong, I will lift you above all troubled waters, if only you believe in me Do you have a divine dream? Honor me as a dream come true For I died and arose for you
From your two-wheeled writing author, here is something you can roll with, and make sure you read my book BRUSH STROKES, a love story on two wheels UNDER THE HELMET He is Fast enough Smart enough Great hands His balance is a love supreme Leader of the pack, but he rides alone Aggressive in how he rides, but smooth in how he rolls Power to spare, but he’s on cruise control He’s up on you before you know it; he has shifted into your lane Now you feel him easing in on your big back tire He’s pushing with his tall front end Revving up He is fast, but not furious His machine is well oiled and polished He believes in the smooth ride Flying his colors so damn fast, it is a thing of beauty Figure 8 perfect When he’s on it, his leather looks lustfully tight You downshift to prepare to get off After a vibrating quarter mile burn off You hit the brakes to smell his fumes He stops on the dime Then he pulls right along side you You look under his helmet into his darkness Your engine purrs Even after he has made you redline, spit fire and roar as if you where going to blow a gasket His long stroke motor is just the right bore He helps you put your kick stand down He gets off burning rubber on you baby You watch the dark man under the helmet He likes how you twist his throttle when you praise his freaky one of a kind riding skills It’s like nitro to his ears, and a turbocharger kicks in between his legs He pulls off again He left an oil spill at the finish line He’ll be back for a refill And before you know it, he has pulled back into your lane And is riding close to your big back tire You jack your rear end up for service You look back and smile at the serviceman under the helmet All engines are hot His tools tighten and losing the right nuts and bolt He refills your tank with just how he looks at your ride And before he takes you on a long ride, he kisses the victory V
A passage from the book BRUSH STROKES a unique love story, see the reviews at Amazon.com ... click here on Amazon.com: My glances altered between watching the road and her every move.
She said, “I’m ready. What is it you want me to write?”
Sitting next to you Smiling wide thinking about you and you only My inner vision sees deep in you A window to your beauty only my eyes can see The sun and you fight for which one shines the brightest over me Highlighting amazing expressions of beauty Your aura Wanting God to let me sleep… I want to be alone with dreams of your passionate expressions Wanting God to wake me… to see you in my eyes for an eternal dawn of seeing your beauty forever
She paused, frozen for the next mile, her eyes cast down, yet with another pensive expression on her beautiful face. I turned the music back up and another mile marker passed. She removed her sandals, and put her heels up on the edge of the seat. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she held on to herself like she was either protecting herself, or holding on to a feeling she did not want to let go of. Laying her head on her knees, she stared at me. Somehow, I was able to watch her root-beer brown toenails wiggling and the oncoming traffic at the same time. Some of her hair blew back with the wind. I felt all possible logic flying out with the wind and love blowing back in.
Hello my new friend, As the Spinners sung, "WHENEVER YOU CALL ME, WHENEVER YOU NEED ME I'LL BE AROUND”
DEEP... my heart and soul is endless, My time is only for those who take me as I am You can have me But if you break me I have already forgiving you As God would have me to do So come to me Love me Try to understand me If you can't Don't fear me Just take more time To know me My friend
A passage from my best selling romantic erotic novel, come take a ride in BRUSH STROKES @ Amazon.com “A man may admire what a woman does for a living; he may admire her education and social circle. He may be enamored with her physical beauty, but he only truly falls in love, with the softest and warmest part of her, her soul. ” Under the piano stool a pair of tan high-heel slippers, one was standing up and one lying on its side. In my mind’s eye I could still see her feet in them. I could see her sitting there warming her skin by the fire, and seeing all that put me in an oasis daydream.
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