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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Your Birthday ........... Prose Poem .........


Upright, her body straddle his as he laid comfortably on the bed mattress...

He could see her affection for him shine in her light brown eyes,

Feel the still air warmed by her smile...

The oval shape of her soft breast caught his attention,

His eyes focused on her nipples, that was reaching out begging to be touched...

Downward his eyes roamed, surveying the surface of the soft curve of her stomach,

Then glanced at the tautness of her thighs, which instantly enticed his mind...

But as her body leaned forward and brushed against his leg, her centered heat received his full attention..

Moisture dripped on his leg, it told him her heat needed to be fed,

His loins flushed with excitement, as his inner sexual arousal started to flow...

Fixated eyes was felt following his aroused excitement, as it climbed to new heights,

A smile merged on her face, as its length reached further into the air,

Her body felt electrified inside, knowingly she still had that strong sex appeal to him, after years of togetherness...

Her eyes watched his mass girth swell as it length peak, then stiffen to inflexibility...

She reached out and touched its velvet smooth surface, she playfully pushed his stretched foreskin back, then tenderly rubbed her thumb over its soft mushroom face...

His legs stiffen then lightly vibrated, as she foreplay on his hardness...

As much as she wanted to devour his large mass on the spot by taking it deep inside the moist heat of her mouth, then watch his body severely jerk and twist while surreal sensations ran rampant through it, she resisted...

"What do you want", whispered into the still air?

He smiled, then said "All Night"

A giggle eased from her lungs, as her mind reflected on all the all nighters they sexually played as one, his answer had made her feel cosy warm inside..

She asked him again in a firmer but still soft whispering voice,

What do you want?

"You" was his answer...

As a bigger smile crossed her face, his hand reached out, he dipped his index fingertip into her moistened heat,

Her head tilted back while her lips slightly parted, allowing a sigh of anticipation escaped past them...

Her eyes closed then reopened, as she tried to refocus her attention to pleasing him, which was almost impossible while his teasing fingertip floated up and down her now soaking wet slit...

It's your Birthday she replied, "What.. Do...You... Want"?

"Slow" was his finale answer....


Saturday, October 16, 2010

Slow Hand ....... Prose Poem .......



Soft rhythmic beats of music plays softly in the distance of the darken room,

Illumination of soft candlelight's flicker off the bedroom walls, while their vanilla scent captivates the smell of the room....

The softness of your delicate fingertips melts around the round hardness pointing away from my body,

Their sliding back and forth motion, causes friction to appear on the smooth surface of my harden flesh,

The sensation of your actions, causes my lungs to quietly moan,

My body to tease tight,

My eyes lids to droop, then close...

The soft flow of vibes from the music of the IPod serenades my mind,

As sensations coming from the back and forth slow rhythmic slide of your delicate fingertips, on my hardness shaft, soothes my soul, while awaking the smoldering fire within my loins...

Low audible gasp trickle into the air,

As your fingertips grip tighter, and slide further, on the smooth hard surface of my shaft...

Breath has becomes shallow and erratic,

Chest muscles tighten,

Legs flex straight,

Buttock clench tight,

Fire in loins burn hotter,

As my mind anticipates the viciousness of my inner thunder roar...

Lungs inhale one last gasp,

Silence beckons the storm....


Saturday, October 9, 2010

Need...... Repetition Poem.. Inspired By Frenchy


This poem is a reply to Frenchy's Poem "Want" Posted 12/25/10
http://frenchyssecretgarden.blogspot.com/

I need, you to touch me, with your docile touch

I need, your tongue to change my flesh sweat, to wet

I need, you to taste my manly flavor, as your mouth devour my being

I need, you to surround my pulsating throb, with the tender softness of your full lips

I need, you to change my quiet moans, to raging groans

I need, to see your wetness dripping on the satin sheets, as my deep audible voice, projects talk of dirty sex into your ears

I need, you to be my slave, my little slut, fully under my complete control

I need, you to groan for me, as my girth thickness fills the tightness of your womb, beyond its means

I need, you to look me deep into my eyes, before my deep strokes hits its uncontrollable strides

I need, to see your fingertips intertwine within the satin sheets, as my length glides into your depths

I need, you to be as one with me, as I fill you with the thick wet whiteness of my manly seed

I need, you to always remember, I will always want you, need you, inhale all of you....

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Happy Hump Day Pic... With Poem .... A Taste ........

His body rested on the red satin sheets

She fluffed a soft pillow, and eases it under his head...

She slowly walked around the bed as if stocking her prey, as she got on the side of the bed, she stepped up on a well place stool, then stepped up on top of the bed mattress...

Her legs straddle his head,

He smiled as his eyes traced the black six inches heals and the sheer black silk stockings that embrace the curves of her legs,

The color black seem to illuminated her creamy white skin...

His eyes followed the curves of her tight thighs, the small of her waist, the firm of her breast, the pale pink of her harden nipples,

He watched her pink painted lips part, as she exhaled...

As his eyes glanced into hers, the brightness of her brown eyes seem to put his mind in a trance...

His heart raced in anticipation as his eyes slowly lowered to the small forest hiding her havens treasure,

As she slowly lowered her body toward him, his lungs sighed, as his eyes spotted a trace of her womanly nectar shinning in her under grass,

Just as her haven was in reach of the tip of his tongue, the fragrance of her sweet musk overwhelm his nostrils...

His arms reached up, but after her stern look, he his arms floated back down by his side...

While on one knee, she let the tip of his tongue taste a sample of her sweet nectar,

After the flavor of her taste flowed over the pinkness of his tongue, she moved her haven slightly out of his tongue reach...

The promise of a taste of her haven treasure was fulfilled, what was and if anything else was to happen this one night, was completely beyond his control...