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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

A to Z challenge... B is for Bow Down 1... Prose poem ...


Between the swallow,
Of soft moist lips,
Harden flesh dips,
Repetitively  

Head curtsy,
Up and down,
Tongue swirls,
Pressure build,
Urgently in the center of loins

Slow,
Steady,
Flexing head movements,
Slowly rake lips,
Back and forth,
Across the top of velvet soft flesh of unyielding girth

Blood filled vein,
Longer, bigger then a freight train,
Glisten with its wide track wet with spit rain,
While harden flesh is feeling the need to drain
As severe shearing sensations bombard mind to the point of insane

Into brown eyes,
Gray eyes stare,
While firm soft lips,
Take soul where no one even care

Firm soft lips,
Provoke loins to cum,
Hot white seed to run,
Down the drainage of her throat
While her head continue to.
Bow down...



1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday, July 21, 2014

Monday moaning ... Follow Up.......... B is for behind ...... Revisited ...



From behind he slid into my shadow, and filled my ache,
His indistinguishable slow hard deep trust moved my hips,
His persistence brought in the rain, 
His tenaciousness made it thunder,
As my body jolted from his lightening strikes,
My clear liquid showered all over him...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Thursday, July 17, 2014

A to Z erotic poem challenge .. B is for BDSM ....


Eyes watch,
Two fingers rise,
That firmly touch the firmness of his lips,
His signal for my silence

Silence  my voice will be tonight,
Silent my will, will become,
Silent will be my thoughts

He stands before me,
His presence tower over my presence,
While my body knell before him, with the nakedness of my body humbling him,
Welcoming him,
Welcoming his will,
Welcoming his Alfa Dominance of me, 
In silence



His collar grace my neck,
His chain swing from its center,
The sub in me instantly unfold, 
In silence 

Tug on chain, 
My body follow,
His direction,
Without hesitation




Collar chain falls to floor,
My body becomes still,

In the silence of the room,
He quietly stalks me from behind me
As I await his favor


Flogger tails are felt tenderly easing between my butt cheeks,
The texture of the smooth leather tails, floats across my back,
My flesh tingle as they slowly eased down the curvature of my spine,
As the tails ease tenderly over my folds, my folds gather moisture between them,
Without hesitation, the silence of the room was no more



Swoosh, swack!
Swoosh, swack!
The sting of the flogger tails,
Smack across my derriere,
Its sharp shearing sting make my body tense,
My mind to focus,
The next slap came across my back,
Then my shoulder,
My throat swallowed a quiet moan, as the flogger again came down on the roundness
of my backside,
I could feel the heat, the redness of my flesh,
Rising to the top

Again and again, the flogger come down on my body exposed flesh,
Again and again, my voice remained obedient in silence,
When the flogger whipped down hard on the back of my thighs,
The stinging pain brought tears to my eyes,
But my voice remained silent

Flogger swats abruptly become silent,
The sting left behind becomes dormant in pain,
Shearing in pleasure

His will now stands in front of me,
His fingers unzip his pants,
Agile hands struggle to release his harden manhood, from his pants captive,
Once in the open, his throbbing beast is eased next to my lips,
My eyes look into his, 
Waiting for his order, in silence,
To tell me what is his will

His eyes widen,
My mouth obeys and open,
My tongue lick his tip with affection,
My ears listen to his soft purring moans of pleasure, as 
my tongue swirl on his swollen dick head,
When my eyes see his eyes become narrow,
My lips open wide and let him insert his length to the depth 
of his choice inside the moist heat of my mouth,
With a pop, he quickly drawls his length completely from the grip of my greedy lips,
My lungs want to gasp in delight, but they remain silent

He quietly walks behind me,
A sudden gasp, is trapped in my throat,
As his hand pulls hard on my ponytail

Eyes are looking straight up,
My body is slightly tilted backwards while kneeling on its knees,
His body towers directly over mine,
His long hard mass is inserted between the resistance of my soft lips




Precise movement of hips push and pull his length,
Between the tight squeeze of my needing lips,
Easing his swollen cock in and out the moist heat of my mouth,
His hips movements are long, slow and tender,
Slowly bring up his pleasure,
While slowly bringing up mine in silence

His pace quickens,
His hips push harder, driving his diamond hard cock deeper into my mouth,
He starts to ride my face like he rides my vagina


As he face fuck my mouth, fast, hard and deep,
In silence, I take the length of his mass into the back of my throat,
While the lips between my legs has gotten wetter then a moat,
As completely down my throat, his hard cock float

Swallowed gasps and muffled sounds of gag reflex rumble in my chest,
As hard enormity flesh rams deep into the flesh of my throat,
Just as I thought he was about to spill his seed in my throat cramp space, 
Sudden withdrawal of his hard mass, leaves my will wanting

Brute force pushes my body forward unto all fours,
His hard throbbing cock, is felt pushing against my vagina front door,
Fingertips are felt digging deep into my hips,
My breath chokes as a swallow scream tries to purge pass my lips,
As his cock force itself ultra deep into my womb depths in one hard thrust of his powerful hips

Body steadies itself,
Tug on collar chain pulls my body backwards,
Once my hips backs up against his, his hand pushes my body forward,
Guiding my body into a smooth rhythm of his choice




Back and forth,
Back and forth,
In a smooth rhythmic motion my body floats,
Push in, slide out,
His cock slide between the taut tug of my womb walls

Back and forth,
In and out,
Each time sending searing sensations of pleasure throughout my womb,
Bringing my body closer and closer to a build up of an explosive climax

Body in a sweat,
Womb drenched in womanly fluid,
As I fight my urges to break his silence, while his hard enormity rides continuously up and down 
my womb walls,
With his prowess of long gievity keeping his hard mass riding in the slick wetness of my center,
Sexually killing my body slowly with each stoke of his hard cock pushing down the sides of the pink walls of my womb

My lungs swallow my moans,
My throat capture my groans,
My gasp, die in my lungs,
As his thick hard cock rides smooth and deep in its pink throne,
While my body remains in absolute silence

His girth thickens,
His hips pace quickens,
His length seem to touch inside me deeper then ever before

My climax nears the edge on each thrust of his swollen cock,

To the point of breaking down my climax release door

I must wait,
Wait for him to recognize,
Wait for his decision for my pleasure to unfold or not,
All while my mind, body, and soul, wait in silence

Come for me my pet,
Softly ease into my ear,
My body instantly obeys and quake with a thunderous climax,
Shaking my body so hard it shakes my soul, while ripples of searing sensations 
rips through my extremities

Smooth rhythm of his thrust are now erratic,
Hard pull on my chain demands my body to slam back into his,
Pushing his manhood as deep into my pink swell as possible,
The throbbing girth of his cock feels as if its going to push my womb walls beyond their means

Crying gasp rips into the air,
As the heat of his seed floods my womb,
My hips move back and forth fast and furious, as my walls clench his girth tight,
Milking every drop of his white seed,
After his body last quake,
Our bodies collapse as one to the floor

Eyes open,
His body lay on top of mine,
His hard mass now lay limp between my wanting thighs,
My jaws are sore, 
But my taste buds still want more,
My flesh was alive with vibrate sensations,
My womb ache with soreness, yet thoroughly satisfied from his cock deep invasion

As I lay in the middle of the floor in silence,
I lay as one happy submissive woman...


1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Sunday, July 13, 2014

A to Z Erotic poem challenge ... B is for Beloved .... Song poem



A song poem is a poem written in a preferred form of poetry, from a chosen song. It must use a phrase, sentence or directive word from that song. It also has to be written in the melody, rhythm and dictated spirit of that song...



Two bodies laid intertwined in the darkness of the moonlit room,
While listening to their love song playing softly over and over,  in the dark shadows 
of the room...



When the words "I need you more then my next breath" softly flowed out of the darkness, my eyes glare fixate into yours, my thoughts reminisced on you and I,
As the song continued to play, the sexual artistry of our love dance engaged in my mind:

The hug, of deep embrace,
The kiss, of sweetness,
The deeper profound kiss, of need,
Profuse sensations of want and greed flush through our bodies, raced across our extremities, as the words "I need you more then my next breath", slipped out of the darkness once again 

Shirt gingerly pushed off shoulders,
Pants slowly plunge down to ankles,
Bra, falls through unlighted air, like a single fluffy snow flake is drawn down to the earth cold floor,
Extracted pink panties lay disregarded across bed spread,
Deep kisses flow like liquid water, as tangled bodies come to rest on top of warm cotton bed sheets

When the saxophone soft, sweet, crying tones are heard,
My mind dwell on the feel of your soft flesh under my roaming fingertips,
Tracing the outline of your full lips,
Easing over the the soft creamy flesh of your taut full bosom,
Waltzing across the flat surface of your stomach,
Teasing the sensitive flesh of firm inner thighs

When a out stretched high note softly wailed from the tenor sax, my mind directed to the tone of the quiet soft cries of your voice, as my fingertips traced the clear of the moisture on your folds, then stumble into the center of its pink origin of wetness

When the saxophone tone is heard dipping down and staying low, my thoughts go straight to my ernast deep inside the tight confine of your sheath, sliding, gliding in a sexual rhythm that made your voice moan, your thigh muscles shiver, while pointed pink painted fingernails become blood red, as they raked deeply across my neck, back, and buttocks flesh

As repetitive notes tenderly flowed out the flute of the saxophone into my ear, 
A vision of our bodies gliding in a smooth synchronize sexual rhythm flash through my mind,
My mind visualized our bodies easing slowly up... 
Then gently down,
Slowly up... 
Then gently down,
Sometimes hesitating on the down stroke, as I grind my earnest in a tight circle inside the warmth of your sheath,
Lingering sensations of your legs lifting then surrounding my waist, while your heels ride on the roundness of my buttocks, still ripple inside the spent of my loins



Eyes close as the vision of moonlight breaking through the dull of the window pane, then 
shining on the glister of the moist flesh of two that's sexually dancing without urgency, on top of smooth soft cotton sheets 

Saxophone wails soft and deep, as my earnest fall deep into your soft swollen depths,
The deeper the sax tone, the deeper my earnest fall into the tranquil warmth of your clear water,
The longer the saxophone hold its tone, the further the repetitive strokes of my hips reach into the dark space of your wetness,
Sloshing, gushing sounds, whisper into the air, while our hips gingerly collide head on again, and again, and once again, as heartbeats, beat as one united love

Soft firm body straddles my harden length,
Then slowly lowered its center over the mushroom head of my earnest,
As your body gingerly fall, my earnest pushed into the tight of your haven, pushing not only the air out of its pink space, but also pushing the air out of your lungs in rhythm of the voices singing, "I need you more then my next breath"



Moonlight trickles into the daylight, but the intensity of our love making held the sun morning rays in the time warp of night 

Deep breaths are swallowed,
As my earnest fall into your hollow,
Resistance.. Tug, 
Resistance.. Tug,
Is felt on the girth of my ernest, as our hips continuously rock back and forth in the rhythm of, "there are no tomorrows"

My eyes watch the writhe on your face, as my length disappear into your depths, 
They watch the bounce of your firm full breast, as your body levitate in the rhythm of the measured deep strokes of my hard flesh,
They fixate on the sexual sway of your curvy hips, while you ride slow and gracefully on top of my body,
A visual that Intensify the lustful sensations, rampaging deep inside my loins

Quiet moans roar,
Deep groans soar,
Docile movements of your hips are no more,
As they become wide and pronounce

Your hollow swallow my length hold,
As your voice pleas for more,
From your center out, your orgasm starts,
From my center out, my orgasm pours into yours,
Releasing every ounce of my seed from my loins core,
While our bodies mutually shake,
Unmercifully quake

Bodies lay intertwine in the quiet of the room,
I love you is answered with, I love you more

Head lie on chest,
Listening to the soft beats of my heart,
While your fingertips softly strum across the nakedness of my flesh,
While our minds bask in the afterglow of love making


Breath returns, whispering voice articulate,
"I need you more, then my next breath"  
Your body gradually turn and spoon deeply into my body flesh,
Leading me into the next dance in the sedated rhythm, of love making...


1Manview © 1999 – 2014


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

A to Z Erotic poem challenge ... B is for Big Dick (Limerick poem)


She always wanted to make love to a man with a big dick, 

But he turned out to be nothing but a big prick, 

When he stuck it deep into her hot clear wine, 

She didn't realize it would be his decline, 

Because his big pretty dick, exploded in a second quick .... 


A limerick is a form of poetry,[1] especially one in five-line anapestic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (AABBA), which is sometimes obscene with humorous intent. The first two lines rhyme with the last line and the third and fourth line rhyme, and they are usually shorter. 
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