Given ... Repetitive Poem ....

While browsing through TemptingSweets99 Tumblr. blog, I spotted this image

I thought it would be fun if I asked her to do a picture poem from it with me. She would write one,

then I would respond to it.

A person should be careful for what they ask for....

Please read TS99 poem first, then my response... http://temptingsweets99.wordpress.com/

This image is from http://temptingsweets99.tumblr.com/ Modified by 1ManView

With open arms, you fully expose and bear yourself to me,

Which makes me sit for a moment, in reflection of your words of,

"Uncover me,

With your words,

Hands,

Breath,

Kiss,

Stroke,"

And my reply is, I accept, what has been given to me...

Given to me,

Is the softness of the hue, of your milk chocolate stained flesh,

That has eased up to me as I sit in this chair while cherishing

your offerings of thick curvy hips, round heavy breast, luscious suckling lips,

And round flesh of buttocks, that dare you to hold them

Given to me,

Is your womanly fragrance, that pleasantly ease through my nostrils,

Enticing my being,

Exciting my soul,

Inflaming the fruit of my loins,

Causing my man-flesh to swell and throb uncontrollably in your presence

Given to me is,

Your throne, of moist pink softness,

Your throne, that is going to envelop my man-flesh with secured tightness,

Your throne, that will squeeze the living, giving, life of white substance from my loins

Lower thyself on my lap and bare witness of me,

Taking what has been given,

To do as I please,

When I please,

What I please,

How I please,

And my please, is to slowly deflower your throne,

While leaving you residue of___

Now, let your body slowly descend down the hard impalement between my thighs,

Feel its bare head slowly open up your flower, as it descends into your wet darkness,

Feel its penetration of first; grasp your senses, with intensified sharp sensations,

Feel its girth squeeze out the nectar, that lubricates your throne walls,

Feel it slowly fall inside you, filling your empty space with full-blown hard manly flesh,

Feel its girth; open up your throne walls, ever wider,

Feel its reach, reach to your farthest depths,

Feel its smooth, round, swollen head; pulsate on your cervix,

Feel your throne walls collapse, and envelop my man-flesh completely

Given to me,

Is your body, that rise upward, on every gyration of my hips,

Given to me,

Is the pink tip of your towering swollen nipple, for my lips to deeply suckle, while your body rise and fall on my lap,

Given to me,

Is the softness of your touch, as your fingertips gently wash over the flesh of my back,

Given to me,

Is the passion of your moans, as they articulate into the vastness of the air that surrounds us,

Given to me,

Are your deep groans, as my hips gyration pull my man-flesh slowly out to the tip of your throne opening, then with urgency, slam it back down its wet slippery center...

Given to me,

Is the perfect swing of your hips, as they sexually dance on my lap, causing excruciating pleasure to rush into my man-flesh core,

Given to me,

Are deep swings of your hips, as your voice softly whimpers out my name,

Given to me,

Is the deep inward curve of your back, as your body rides ever deep on mine,

Given to me,

Is the feel of your body trembling helplessly in the grasp of my close arms, as releases of orgasmic waves consumes not only your sex, but also your being...

Taken, is my scream, as my loins burst while ejaculating my hot white seed into the throne you have given to me,

Taken, is my white seed, as your hips gyrate with measure precision, milking every last drop of my loins substance,

Taken, are my whispers of love, that I give from me, to you

1ManView © 1999 – 2012

Spank .... Picture Poem .... Revisited .....

This picture is from "MARQE'S STUDY" blog.. http://marqe.blogspot.com/

I feel them..

His eyes

They follow my footsteps

They follow the sway of my hips

They watch every small movement my body makes

The anticipation why they look through me is making me lightly seep between my thighs

As my body walks closer to his, his hands reach out and grab my body by the waist, his fingertips sink deeply into my flesh to the point my body can't move

The power in his arms draws me closer to him, he holds me so tight it's almost impossible for me to catch my breath

He holds me while facing him as he sits in the chair; he deeply inhales my essence as his eyes undress my flesh until its naked

With quickness he toss me over his knee like a rag doll, my body fights to get away from his aggressive sexual play

Suddenly my pants are pulled down, he pulls my panties down to the point they hang on the bottom edge of my expose derriere

My body wiggles trying to free itself, a sharp smack whistles into the air, followed by a sharp pain on my bottom flesh

My voice screams "Are you crazy", then spank; whack, slap sounds into the air, as his spanking targets my right butt cheek

With all its might, my body fights harder to get away, but his grip was too firm...

His strikes were precise, as they landed on my other ass cheek...

I cursed his name

I cursed his mother name

I cursed his father name

He pauses but remains silent, then he slaps my left cheek quickly with a tight hand

Owl! Leaves my throat, tears fall from my eyes as the pain soaks into my flesh, my mind wonders why he is spanking my bottom so harshly, then I feel a trickle of nectar seep from my womb, while a warmness starts to grow deep inside my loins

OW! Owl! Owl! My lungs bark as quick strikes smack on my left cheek, then my right, but now my mind doesn't dwell on the feel of pain, just sensations of sharp pleasure pouring into my womb

Again he strikes, his hand strikes my bottom just below the roundness of it, as it oscillate, his eyes fixate on it, heightening his sexual senses

The color of my butt flesh has turned into a soft cherry red glow, my pleas for him to stop has turned into low sensuous moans

As my mind anticipate another strike, he hesitates or strikes the same cheek again, keeping my mind on edge

Warm waves of calm soak in my womb while his hand slaps the softness of my right butt cheek, it's as the energy from his strikes whisk into my loins

Wetness seeps from my core, soaking through his pants, while I can feel his harden excitement caressing my stomach

His warm hand now eases softly, tenderly over my pinkish bottom, as it descends downward, it follows the opening of my center crack, once at the bottom, his fingertips tenderly massage the back of my thighs

A finger enters softly into my wetness; another soon follows it, while his thump circles the edges of my clitoris

Low moans escape pass my lips, as his fingertips massage my womb

Suddenly with quickness, his hand smacks my right cheek repeatedly; small muscles spasm ensues after each smack of his hand

He now turns his attention to the left cheek, he seemingly to be spanking me harder then before

Just as my mind thinks my body cannot endure the heavy blows any more, the spanking assault stops abruptly, the power in his hands gently lifts me up, then off his lap

His eyes look deep into my weeping eyes, while he remains totally silent

My voice screams at him, "What are you waiting for, take me now!"

1ManView © 1999 – 2012

Spankee's Delight... Spank me now or later...

I have been more then curious (who me ) since following blogs that share their desire of being spanked. Some blogs speak of maintenance spankings, which explains itself, except why does a person rear end need weekly maintenance? Is it like myself in need of at least one sexual romp inside her pink warmth during the week to satisfy my sexual hunger, or is it more then that? Is it a sexual release, a mental release, or both? I ask this because I have read where some spankee's get real ornery without their weekly spankings. Almost like not having that morning cup of wake me up. Then you have some who go through a cleaver "I love Lucy" TV episode to get that ouch, ouch, ouch on their lovely behinds. Then others stand in front of their spouse with a butt pain-pleasure dispenser of choice in their hand and yell, what the heck are you waiting for, I want it now you big dummy... Some like it hot, others like it hotter, how hot do you like it?

When the instrument of pain-pleasure is raining on your rear, what are your minds and bodies going through? And is it a different process (mind) when it's a punishment spanking, vs. a maintenance spanking? I can’t forget this, why does it arouse (I was soaking wet when he dipped his finger between my legs) so many of you before and afterwards? ... I was reading one blog where a lady was "riding high" on her hubby (woman on top) choking the white out of his big hard membrane, while he constantly slapped her on the behind with his hand. The spanking brought her to a powerful orgasm. If you are one of those who can orgasm while being spanked and having sex at the same time, what is like? And why do you think being spanked at the same time of having sex, make the sex act better? Do you think the spanking heightens the sex act? I ask the same question for those who can orgasm from just being spanked... (I know who you are, so don't make me call you out. :) Yes I have more questions but I already have a book here, so if any of you want to add something in your comments, please feel free to do so... I know I have over stated some of my questions, but sometimes you have to push all the buttons to get people to speak up... J

Oops, I do have one other question I would like to ask. It's for the person giving out the spanking, known as the spanker. J

First of all, I understand that some of these questions will be answered accordingly to your relation with your spouse. Such as a D/s relation, vs. I just love having my butt spanked to a robust red... J

Do you enjoy spanking your spouse, if so, why? ... What satisfaction does it give you? ... Does it arouse you at all, if so, even during a punishment spanking.... Do you ever fell regret after giving a punishment spanking? ... How much does their antics to get a spanking amuse you, or not? … Ok, I said one other question. I lied ... J

JHave a good one my friendsJ

Touch my clit, or maybe NOT! ... A question for ladies and spouses..

As I was reading a post on Dark Pretty Fun (Sss) blog, http://darkprettyfun.blogspot.com/, I realize I was reading a subject I hadn't read about in a very long time. She was talking about not being able to tolerate her clit being stimulated. I was very happy to see it, because my spouse is the same way. Sss asked her followers if they thought this was normal? Well, you know me I jumped right in. I have done some research on it many years ago because when I first got married, I found out my spouse couldn't tolerate being touch on her clit. Wanting to please, I hit the books for info. The verdict was she was different then most, but normal... After years together, I never gave it much thought because its a normal everyday thing for us. But after seeing the question on Sss blog, I'm curious on how many woman are like my spouse, and how many woman really know about it.

Usually I would run to my friend Ronnie at Heart and soul, http://ronniesoul.blogspot.com/, and let her put the female question out there. After all, I'm a male who write poetry. But this time I'm going to ask the question myself, (no I'm not bored) and I hope my followers or even a passer by will jump in.

I actually have two questions, which are: Are your clitoris very sensitive to touch_ or not? And for those who use a vibrator, have you notice it being harder for you to climax without a vibrator, after using one of the new more powerful vibrators for a period of time? (curious mind) I think the sensitive clt-tis are out there, but quiet in the background. And people who write erotic stories and poems (including myself), make it harder on those who are clit sensitive. I do know it is normal, but I guess I get caught up like most with the clit and orgasm thing when I'm writing. But I do write about the wondrous deep lick orgasm too, ( I wonder why? lol) but not as much as I really should.. BAD POET... :) ... Maybe I should put a pole up for the silent crowd... Nah, let them speak up and let us know about it... OK- Enlighten me ladies and gents with your wonderful answers-or not..

Moanday Naughty Poet .... Rhyming Poem

When passion lust grips your soul, sometimes you just have to:

Have all holes barred, but one,

Until you a least, once come

No hitting it from the backside,

Nor turning her over on the flip side,

No spoonin',

No form of droolin'

No Cowgirl ridin' the hell out of his long thick hard cock,

Until he explodes in a death defying stop

No fancy sexual positions,

Just straight missionary dickin',

Just him stroking furiously between those thick juicy thighs,

Bringin' a fountain of water from your crying eyes,

With ear shattering moans and audible passionate cries,

Which makes him wonder why oh why,

He waited so long to give carnal lust another try

Bodies shivering with sensations of,

It feels so damn good; there must be a heaven up above,

As strokes of passion slips between folds smooth as white feathers on a dove,

They envelop your dick like an pair of expensive black leather gloves

Swollen dick dive deep like a Titan Submarine into your wet stormy sea,

He's stoking you deep and hard, just like you want it to be

Slamin'

Bangin'

Wailin'

Making loud slurping sounds,

While wide hips gyrate round and round,

In rhythm of your balls slappity-slap tapping on that round ass,

While hips pump ultra fast

She rockin' your sexual world,

With wide hips she definitely know how to twirl

Body jerking from his hips hard thrust that's slamin' his unyielding rock hard piece,

To the point the muscles of your thighs feel like tenderize meat

Dickin' deep into your stromin' sea with all his might,

Until is entire long length is totally out of sight

Meeting your urgent gyrating hips, at the top of its peak

Because unadulterated lust, is what both of your souls seek

Doing it hard on the hardwood floor,

Doing it hard against the bathroom door

Doing it on the grass under the weeping willow tree,

Hitting it hard while he's on bended knees

Doing it in the back seat of your new red sports car,

Doing it while the car is still in the garage, because passion lust, didn't let you drive very far

Doing it over the back of the "once we had a babies chair",

Doing it while her long slender legs were high in the air

Doing it wherever you just happen to be,

Doing it because it feels so good to the we

Doing it because she has a body he can't ignore

Doing it because in the bed she works it like a whore

Doing it hard because making sweet passionate love is really passing the buck,

Especially when, "You just wanna fuck"...

Men Are...... Prose Poem .......

Men are just horny creatures,

It’s not like women go out our way to make them that way,

They see a little flesh and get all lustful on us,

They see a the roundness of a butt cheek, they have to touch it, rub it, get it all wet by licking on it, or slap their hand on it, just to hear that slapping sound

And don't let them see the shape of your thighs, they want to put their fingers all between them, dip it in and out your pie, and then beg for a taste...

And when they see a raised nipple, they have to but it in their mouth, lick on it, suck on it, play with it until we sweat between our legs,

And please don't let them see that fury triangle between our thighs,

Because then they will have to at least touch it-suck it or fuck it!

Moanday Music And Poem ...... Riding High .........

Push Play: Riding High By Faze-O

Slow soft deep bass pitched from the stereo was followed by low-pitched graveled moans singing in the background of the soft playing soulful music,

Deep breaths of air echo off the bedroom walls, as hips dipped and swirled in a unison rhythmic motion

Aweeeu, Aweeeu, Aweeeeu, was followed by whispered moans of:

"Oh baby, you feel so good in me"

"Deeper baby, deeper"

"Tear it up, tear it fuckn' up baby", ooh - shhh- et, seeps past her open lips

A quick change of sexual positions leaves her thighs straddling over his,

Her body slowly lowers, letting his harden mass slowly penetrate past the resistance of her vulva lips, then ease deep inside her wet wanting womb,

His staggering mass slowly filled her small opening beyond capacity of full

Lungs gasp, whispers of:

"Oh baby, you are so tight"

"Ride me baby... Ride me"

Oh shi … e … e … e ... rode on the deep bass notes floating in the room pungent smell of adulterous consensual sex scent

Mind staggering sensations rush up her spine as her body reaches up toward the sky,

Slow long measured strokes flows urgently slowly up, then down her womb sensitive walls

As their bodies capture the sheer rapture of sensations bombarding their minds,

Its penetrating force reaches so deep inside their bodies, it seeps into their very souls

Up... Down,

Up... Down,

Up... Then Down,

Her appealing body rides high on top of his masculinity

Hands reach up,

Her body leans forward,

The swell of her bosom falls into the crest of his hands, impaling her solid erect nipples into the center of his palms,

A firm gentle squeeze corrupts a soft deep moan from her lungs,

While she rides him high

Back arches,

Womb walls tightens,

The sides of his massive hard flesh is squeezed so tight his lungs gasp in euphoric torment

Belly muscles tighten then swing in a soft slow fluid back and forth motion,

Making her body dance on top of his like a graceful belly dancer

Deep groans vibrates in his chest as her love dance manipulates his love staff like no other before,

The velvet softness of her womb walls rubs back and forth over the top of the mushroom head of his inflexible shaft, then down to his thick anchoring base like a sailboat sailing over low tides in the moonlight,

Surreal sensations run rampage from his loins up his spine, crashing deep into the base of his brain,

Hands grip her waist with brute force, as his mind climbs the ladder of sexual high

Fingertips hold tight on her buttocks, as he crams every ounce of his harden fiber inside her tightening womb

Eyes glance upward, catching her glance, fixated on his,

Her body rides straight up,

Her womb weeps porously on his harden mass,

While her firm ample breast bounce in rhythm of her body dance

Smooth long strokes of harden flesh slides in and out her cramped opening,

His massive girth pushes against her hard swollen protruding clit

The rhythm of their dance, his size, the position, causes electrified sensations so deep and intense inside her womb, her mind quickly defaulters into, "a sexual high"

As his sexual high reaches its peak, his eyes no longer can see her,

They see bright stars that glitter around the moon,

They see the hue of the blue sky

Just as they see the brightness of the sun punching through the white clouds of the blue skies, his lungs

s-c-r-e-a-m-s,

I'm cumin baby, I'm cumin'

His body snaps rigid,

His harden mass palpitate with force of urgency, as his loins explode like a megaton napalm bomb, a strangle cry of release gravels form his lungs while the heat of his manly seed ejaculates hard and deep into the heat of her receipting womb

"Oh baby", it's so hot race past her lips, a fractional moment before her body becomes tauten, then spasm with deep tremors

Hips flail, womb spasm, as harden flesh penetrates beyond belief,

Lava hot sperm mixed with her slippery lubricate pushes out her wet and runs over his scrotum flesh, spilling onto the sheets, puddling into a large circle

Bodies shake and quake, as the after shock of their high of sexual release soars through them

Voices become silent,

As the soft deep bass of the background music plays over and over again,

The smell of mixed sex juices filters through their nostrils, as lungs breathe deeply

Bodies in a vertical heap of contented flesh, lay motionless,

Whispers of "I love you" whisper into ears as minds realize only true love can take you on this kind of, "sexual high"…