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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Touch ... Written By Sexymimi .... My Poetic Guest

My lips... scorched from the heat of your soft warm tender lips.......

feeling the softness up and down my spine round to my mound of joy....
awaiting to feel the wetness and the pleasure that speaks only your name...
pulsating and squirting awaiting for the exploration of your hardness
take me to your plateau of ecastsy and make me whole and complete...
Just touch me with all your passion you have within.....
Make me your human volcano once again.....

Monday, April 26, 2010

Voracious .............. Prose Poem


Belt buckle opens,
Zipper slowly falls downward
Pants slide past roundness of derrière,
Lips press urgently against soft white fabric...
Eyes close,
lungs slowly inhale,
The intoxicating aroma of his manly scent...
The hard throbbing of his heartbeat is felt pulsating against my lips flesh...
Urge
Desire
Wants
Rush into my mind,
Flushing my body with temptations...
Tongue extends outward,
Taste of white fabric wash across its tip...
Downward spiral
Tongue eases across darken flesh that covers harden muscles of inner thighs...
Lick,
Taste...
Lick,
Taste...
Mmm, feelings of excitement rush up my spine as my tongue ease over the white fabric that covers his sacks…
Lick,
Fabric saturated with mouth dew
Sacs inhale slowly into the warm moistness of my mouth...
Muscular legs stiffen,
Voice moans,
As the heat of my breath is absorbed through the white fabric Into his extremities...
Fingertips pull downward
Genitals exposed,
Intoxicating manly scent is inhaled deeply...
Mouth waters,
Heart race,
Eyes fixate on the massiveness of his extending harden flesh...
Scrotum gently cupped then squeezed,
Foreskin pushed backwards
Head moves forward
Tongue extends, taste of his bulging mushroom head explodes on my palate....
Tongue slithers around the sensitive ridge of his mushroom head,
It follows the thick blood vein on the top of his extension like it was a wide river trail,
Then race across the baby smooth surface of his scrotum....
As his scrotum sacs are held between my lips,
My tongue taste its bare surface, while the heat of my mouth is absorbed into its smooth flesh, heating up his thick white seed...
Fingertips hold back of thighs
Lips part as tip of mushroom head ease past them...
Head slowly falls forward
Filling my Mouth full of his manly taste...
Gingerly my head pulls backwards until tip of extension head is felt
Slowly it falls forward again, forcing more of his hard,
Long,
Wide,
Extension
Into my mouth...
Back,
Forward,
Back,
Forward
My head moves in a measured rhythm, completely filling my mouth of him....
The taste of him plunges into my throat, as the taste of his sacs simultaneously rubs on my lips...
Gagging moans reverberate in mouth and throat
While his massive girth stretches it beyond belief...
Deep,
Loud,
Graveling moans float in the air, as my mouth is forced fed his massiveness at a furious pace...
The taste of his white seed ejaculates none stop into my mouth, covering my palate completely with its distinctive taste...
While his white offering eases down my throat,
The sweetness of its creamy textured taste is savior...









Thursday, April 22, 2010

Tasty ....... Prose Poem ......


Body suspended in time

Eyes watches his,

While my flesh bares it nakedness like a newborn baby....

Eyes fixate on womanly curves

Wonder over hills and hidden valleys,

The sear heat from them feels like their burning through my soul...

As his feet walked towards me,

His arms embraced my body,

His lips parts

A wet moist kiss softly brush up against my lips,

Parting them slowly, as the taste of his tongue taste mines...

Breath takin’ away as his tongue tastes me deeply...

Tight embrace

Body lowered gently to plush carpet floor

Lips part again

Brush touch,

Cheeks slightly mesh against one another,

Voice whispers into ear

Taste me....

A journey of moist lavish touches starts touching my bare flesh like a soft bath sponge

Blood filled nipples gingerly suckled,

Then lavish with the tip of his tongue...

A swipe softer then a bird feather, is followed by a swipe firmer then a piece of oak wood

Surreal sensations swoops none stop up my spine...

Shoulders,

Arms,

Stomach...

Legs,

Inner thighs,

Are tasted by his sweeping, flexing tongue...

Fingertips part legs

Anticipation electrifies each swipe of his tongue on my inner thighs...

Folds disappear between lips,

Fingertips dig into mattress,

Fists slowly clench sheets

Hips push upward

Tongue slowly swirls up and down the center of my folds...

The sharpness of my voice rings into his ear,

Please...

Taste me there...

A scream dies in my throat as the tip of his tongue first taste the pink soft pliable membrane hidden between the softness of my thighs...

Like a rainbow arches over a canyon, my back bows,

Fingertips full of hair, pulls upward

Audible soft sounds of his name transfer into my ears

As the rapture of vibrating thighs ease through my body...

Deep breaths elude lungs

Right legs secure around back of head

Deep taste of inside pink haven walls covers the sensitive palette of his tongue...

Mind goes into a spasmodic frenzy,

Blacking out into a none conscience space...

Moans of favorable taste ease past one lip,

As waves of being pleasured moans ease past the other one lip...

Loins overflow with sharp tingling sensations...

His name is forgotten,

As it is scream in a pitch so high,

Deafness awaits our ears, while continued taste of my offerings floods past his palette...

Tongue plunge deeper and deeper into my pink membrane,

Flesh profusely sweats

Muscles burn inside out, as body quakes with orgasmic tremors...

Stop!

Stop!

Please don't stop...

Screams reverberate inside my mind, as my body steadily crumbles from the earthquake that rocks through my body without mercy...

Can't!

Can't!

Breathe...

Must… Breathe!

Oh,

My,

Goodness...

He's still,

Tasting me there...

Far

Far away,

A new star is born,

After it explodes into the universe....

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Erotic Dream (2) ............ Nonet & Reverse Nonet Poem .......

By 1manview

As harden flesh plunge deep into pink

The dream becomes reality

Soft flesh cries, with passion tears

Whispered moans, fills the air

As dreams are fulfilled

While parted knees

Are held high

Dreams comes

In



Reverse Nonet

By Naveypoet


In

The space

That exists

Above my head

Resides air in which

You fill with moans and tears

That float freely from my core

Verbal confirmations of love

Set adrift by your hardened flesh



Thank you for the poetic play Naveypoet...

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

line 1 - 9 syllables line, 2 - 8 syllables; line 3 - 7 syllables; line 4 - 6 syllables; line 5 - 5 syllables; line 6 - 4 syllables; line 7 - 3 syllables; line 8 - 2 syllables; line 9 - 1 syllable




Monday, April 12, 2010

Waterfall ......... Prose Poem



Bright sun

Blue skies

Enhance the rainbow hovering over ones head...

Love

Peace

Tranquility

Circles ones being...

Fingertips

Penetration

Into the sheath of ones waterfall…

Tautness

Moisten heat

Surrounds the sensuousness of touch...

Lips touch,

Embrace

Softness of ones breath ease over facial flesh...

Moistness is now wetness

Moans enrage to groans

As the softness of a touch,

Enrage inner desires...

Bareness meets nakedness

As flesh gingerly mesh against each other...

Lunge

Thrust

Penetration of flesh

Incorporates

Penetration of mind set

Which penetrates ones wills

That finally

Penetrates into ones soul...

The coolness of ones shoreline,

Is meet with the heat of ones extension…

The heat within one start to slowly falter

As the coolness of one shoreline surrounds it completely…

Hot raining mist

Showers ones shoreline

Then drowns in the heat of ones depths...

As the sun falls

The moon rises

But the hue of the sky remains blue...









Friday, April 2, 2010

One More Time.... Prose Poem



Awaken
With the softness of your body next to mine
My body rolls over...
My eyes open just to be blinded by your beauty...
As my fingertips touch your flesh
Its softness seduces my will...
As my tongue lick the dryness off my lips,
The taste of the remains of your tasty flavor,
Awakens my hunger...
Lungs inhale deeply,
Your scent fills them completely
Awakening my beastly roar...
Bodies intertwine tightly
Hips moving in a sequence rhythm
As my lead but us in a dance of passionate lust...
Hips bump
Flesh mesh
Nameless hurricanes,
Passes through the bedroom,
As night turns into day
And day turns back into night
As bodies glide
And sex organs slide
As time is forgotten...
Eyes open once more,
Again, the beast stands up and roars...
As our eyes meet, we both know one more time will not do,
Because the beast in this 1Man
Will always need the Sex,
In your nest,
Again,
And again,
And again...