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Monday, September 17, 2012

Moanday ..... Kissmethere1st ..... Prose poem

Kiss me, there...
On my folds lips...
Make them drool,
With anticipation,
Make them swell,
With excitement,
Make them leak,
With passion desire...
Part them slowly,
With just the stiff pink tip,
Of your tongue...
Lick the wet that drools from them,
Whisper to me, how good it taste,
Whisper to me, how soothing it feels,
Slowly sliding down your throat...
Whisper in a dead voice, how intoxication its fragrance is,
Then plunge the pink tip of your tongue deeply,
Into the soft pink of my wet; repeatedly,
Making my voice thunderously moan...
Don't stop, until I become speechless,
Weak from orgasmic desires,
And my body shudders,
Has become past tense...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Head Day ... Am I Dreaming PT.5 .. (Last Drop) Prose Poem

(Poem is In second voice .. She ..)

I awaken with his body curled into mine,
He sleeps deeply, my mind wonders if he is dreaming of me,
Does he know the adoration of affections I have for him

Deep lingering sensations in my womb grab my attention, 
My mind flash back on his tongue intrusion into my womb, and how
its silky smooth flickers seduced my body into surrender of orgasmic frenzy,
Mmm, it felt all so good,
Now, payback is coming

First I gingerly roll into his body, easing his on its back,
I softly stroke the lifelessness between his legs; I fight the temptation of stimulating it to a rise, because I yearn for some passionate fun for myself,
Quietly I ease my head downward until my eyes are level with his lifeless organ,
My fingertips ease his uncut skin back, uncovering the smooth bald head of his penis, as much as I fight the urge, my tongue steal a light flicker on his limp mass head for a taste,
He doesn't even flinch; his mind stays into its deep dream

My mouth opens wide as I slide all his limp meat into it, soft suckles ensure on my prize as I gingerly rock my head up and down,
His taste, my taste, erupts on my tongue, causing a deaf moan to vibrate in my throat,
Saliva lubes his shaft as I anticipate the engorgement of his manly meat, sliding back and forth in my hungry mouth

Breath hesitate, legs slowly stiffen, an awakening gasp is followed by fingers tugging on my head,
My tongue is the first to feel his mass stiffening, 
As it slowly balloons in my mouth, slow short head movements makes its growth spurt in a hurry,

Towering length pushes out my mouth, as I hold my head still to enjoy the erotic effect of feeling his mass intensely grow inside my mouth heat, 
The feel of his engorged head pressing deeply into my mouth, for an instant gave me a gage feeling, but once I relax my throat muscles the feeling passes

His ballooning girth stretches my mouth to its limit, while deep pulsation's of his mass vibrating between my lips is felt, the feeling is so erotic my womb starts to leak from passionate lust...

A long, slow, deep head bob, causes a unexpected audible moan to escape past his lips,
His legs shake violently, as his loins is bombarded with none stoppage of sharp surreal sensations,
He begs me to stop so his body can adjust to what's happening to it, but I want to bust his fast coming nut, and I want that busted nut too to be a mind-blowing experience for him

Lips covers just the head of his rock hard penis,
Slightly twisting lips, glide on its wet sensitive ridge,
Toes curl,
Legs stiffen,
Buttocks become hard as a rock,
As arms trembling, try to force-feed his enormous pulsating mass deeper into my mouth, but I'm in control of this nut, and it will come when I decide

My mouth opens wide letting his girth fall deeper inside,
I barely let the stretched soft skin of his manhood touch my lips, to keep him from spilling over the edge to soon,
Long, slow deep movement of my head makes his whole body tremble in sensational bliss,
His breath starts to hesitates in short burst,
His eyes are close so tight his eyelids quiver,
Each drop of my head produces a deep groan from his lungs,
His hands fall to his side in uselessness

Again and again my head rise and fall, easing the softness of tight lips over his rock hard flesh,
He wants to scream, but sensations rushing into his brain takes away his voice
A deep strangle grasp of air into his lungs, is followed by a “Oh Damn... Baby”

My head rise and fall in a slow deep rhythm, lips envelope around his shaft tighter,
My eyes watch his body prepare for release, like a countdown for a rocket launch 

Ten... his eyes close tightly shut
Nine... His face contorts in sexual pain,
Eight... His breath hitches as his stomach flattens
Seven… His arms bulge like a weight lifter lifting heavy weights
Six... His back arches inward, 
Five... His arms and hand pulls down heavily on my head, 
Four... His toes curl tight,
Three… His body jerks while his legs tremble uncontrollable, 
Two...  His body goes deadly rigid,
One... His breath is takin' away,
Lift off... His buttocks lifts of the mattress as his loins explode like a mega-ton bomb

Aaagggg grunts from his lungs, while his body flails on top of the satin sheets as if it was being electrocuted by one million watts of power,
White spew ejaculates in such an enormous rate of volume, it quickly flows past my close lips faster then I can swallow
Sounds of lungs gasping audibly for air crowds the room silence,
Then it happened, his whole body goes suddenly flaccid,
Only a low moaning growl lets me know he had survived the blissful nut-busting ride I had given him,
Before my mouth could suckle his last drop of creamy white ooze from his flaccid shaft slit, he was off in orgasmic induced dreamland, dreaming of my sweet honeydew....

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Monday, September 10, 2012

MoanDay .. Am I dreaming ... Pt. 4 .... Song Poem

A song poem is a song written from a song:
Using a phrase, word, or a line from that song,
It must be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song

Push Play Please

Quiet snore awaken me,
Resting head lies in the middle of my chest,
The warmth and softness of a small hand rested on my inner thigh,
A loving stare, followed the curvature of her body from head to toe,
Eyes watch her head float on my chest flesh, as it followed the expansion of my chest as my lungs took shallow breaths of air,
As my eyes glance at true love, a smile sneaks across my face as memories of what was not true love is forever erased from my mind

Fingertips knead first one then another nipple, which slowly rises then stiffens to my touch,
Breast lightly cupped not to wake, as a tingle in my loins push thoughts of mischief into my mind

A slight twist of my body,
A gentle push with my hand,
Ease her head off my chest without disturbing the orgasmic slumber state she was in

A single fingertip eased slowly over and down the soft curves of her body, resting at the heat of her moist shadow,
A quiet retreat from the bed soon followed, 
A tender touch on the inside of her legs slowly spread them open, until her hidden shadow came into the light

Hands slide under legs,
Legs dead weight rest on shoulders,
The tip of my tongue part short well manicure forest from her shadow door, and flick a soft lick up her slit,
A taste of mixed sexes flows into my mouth, as my tongue gingerly ease upward,
Once at her clit, it circles around its over sensitivity, and ease back down,
Legs slightly jerk, her breath hesitate then resumes, as my tongue slowly ease up her slit once again, and then again around her clit

Legs quiver, breath gasp, the feel of her fingers grasping my hair is felt,
A deep breath is heard followed by a quiet moan, as my tongue etch a figure eight up and down her moisten slit,
Now fully awaken, her hips slightly gyrate in the rhythm of my tongue-lashings,
Her nectar flows like a lazy river, she moans quietly, but steadily, her hips tilts, letting me know she wants to be licked lower

Tongue licks deeper,
Her hips gyrate harder,
As her right leg cock then lock behind my head

Her back slowly arches into a bow, letting my tongue fall into her pink as deep as possible,
The tight head lock on my head cuts off my breath, making my lungs gasp between licks, but I manage to keep the licks in a slow measured rhythm between deep gasping breaths

Tongue tip dives through her flooding wake, as her hips pumps hard and steady, while her moans become pleas for immediate release,
Tongue slow-soft deep lashing into the wet of her pink walls keeps her release on edge

Her taste has become sweeter, as her gushing womb fills my mouth with her pre erupt-nectar,
Strangle cries fill the air, as her thighs crush against the side of my head so tight my eyes see stars,
As soon as my ears hear the silence of her voice, my tongue plunge deep inside the softness of her pink walls, then retreated with a volley of flickering fast deep licks

Hands grab and hold my head still while her hips deeply gyrate, grinding my tongue deep into her pink wet sex,
Hips buck, legs jerk, as sexual release tremors seduce the calm of her muscles and flesh,
Making her body shake like a rag doll, while my tongue flicker on her sweet spots,
Sending her into a series of orgasmic releases

A long gasping cry escaped her lungs moments before her body goes limp,
Her endowed chest heave up and down as her lungs gasped for air,
Small tremors arrest the calmness of her leg muscles, as my tongue keep flickering on her hot spot, until the last quake of her body was felt

Deep breaths are taken,
A "are you trying to kill me" ease past her lips,
A devilish chuckle erupts inside my chest, as my hands lovingly caress her flesh softness

My eyes watch her slip into another orgasmic rest, as my fingertips sooth her flesh,
I return to the bed and spoon her body into my arms,
Once our spooned bodies become calm as one,
Without warning, my body drifts into a quiet dream...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Hump Day ... Am I Dreaming PT. 3 .... Song Poem

A song poem is a poem written from a song:
Using a phrase, word, or line from that song,
It must be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song

Push Play Please

Hips slowly gyrate then gently bump, each loving stroke produce a grunt, a groan, or a moan, silent "I love you" follows deep breaths taken after long deep thrust of hips, 

Eyes watch dark engorged flesh slip between contrasting flesh, they fixate on the shine on the smooth dark flesh that came from the wetness generated between your thighs

Ears tune into the suction sounds of hard flesh riding in a tight wet confine, 
As unyielding manly mass slid in and out your pinkness depths as my body slowly glide on top of yours

Shifted body now rides sitting upward, riding like a thoroughbred jockey on the back of your firm assists, my fingertips grip secure your hips, as I take complete control of our love making rhythm, 

As my hardness glide deep between the soft wet between your thighs, my mind realize not only had I found that woman who was in my weekly wet dreams, but the dream of my manhood buried deep inside the wet dark depths of her taut seems, was real

Silent moans drifted through the room, as my body softly, slowly, gyrated on top of yours,
Loving strokes glides effortfully between the thickness of your creamy thighs,
Your sighs, your gasps, floating into my ears persuade my desire to make soothing love to you higher and higher on each trust of my hips, 
My pleasure was now feeding on the pleasure your mind and body was receiving, 
My pleasure overran, after feeding on your every grunt, every sigh, every soft moan, every quiet breath of your lungs, while eyes fixated on fingertips that slowly turned into a fist, signs of your nearing release

Seeing your body grinding upward at mine, tell my eyes that you are not an illusion, 
Feeling the tautness of your wet, pushing and pulling on the ballooned girth of my hard mass, let my mind know that the those surreal feelings of sensations bombarding its insides, make this definitely not a dream

Body leans slightly forward, pushing my hardness deeper into your wet depths, 
Your fist now grip the silky blue sheets tightly, your soft passionate grunts and sighs have turned into audible passionate cries

Back arch, buttocks lift up high into the air, hard mass falls inside swollen folds ever deep,
Hips measured gyrations stay in the rhythm of love making, conceding maximum release, maximum pleasure

A groaning gasp, is followed by body stiffening,
A strangle cry, is followed by body tremors under mines,
Your silent screams tells my mind that it isn't dreaming, 
It tells me that making sweet love to you is real, and I plan on making desired wanting love to you until the end of time...

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Am I Dreaming (Pt 2 of 3).. Song Poem.. Prose Style....

A Song Poem is a poem that is written from a song, 
using a phrase or sentence from that song. 
It must also be written in the melody, rhythm or spririt of that song: 

Part 1 of "Am I Dreaming" is on Intrigue Blog....

Push Play Please

Sounds of the night awaken my mind,
Hoot owl cries out in the dark,
His deep hoots fell into the shear darkness unanswered,
His baritone voice blends with the sounds of lonely crickets crying in the background,
As my body laid in indolent silence for a while, my ears heard his cries finally answered

My body scurrying in the bed caused her to stir,
My eyes scan over and see the indentation of her body under the warm comfort of soft blue silken sheets,
The shape of the back of her legs caught my glance,
As my glance became eye level with the thick of her thighs, the sleep in my eyes was awaken

Eyes continue their scan upward; they fixated on the round of her firm round assist protruding up in the air,
A low tingling sensation was felt deep inside my loins

A hand slides over and lifts her night shirt up, just enough so it could touch the smooth flesh covering her back,
As my eyes finish its scan upward, they study the beauty of your sleeping face,
My mind ponders, "am I'm dreaming", is this woman sleeping next to me for real,
How did I transform form heart breaking pain, to forever real love, a love so complete, so deep, so loving, my mind feel as if I must be dreaming

Lips part, and a soft low emitting sigh emerge as my hand soothes your back flesh with an ultra light massage,
As sensations of soft flesh runs under my fingertips, my mind drift and thinks of the past, and how did the me, end up with the someone like you,
Some one so intelligent, cute, and mentally strong, with a womanly profile that makes me have lustful desires, just by touching her cotton soft flesh

Again my mind ponders, "am I'm dreaming", is this woman sleeping next to me for real?
How did I go form heart breaking pain, to forever-real love, a love so complete my mind thinks it must be dreaming

Fingertips ease under the elastic of your panties, they tenderly ease back and forth on its roundness, your voice mumbles, but you do not wake as my soothing touch keeps roaming gently over your backside

Fingertips ease between your legs and are welcome by warm heat, then dampness,
My lust quickly rose to a level of I must have you, and I won't be denied

As three fingertips ease up and down your folds, one tease the slit between them making it wet, a long deep sigh tells me that you have awaken, 
A playful push of my finger sends it into the pink between your folds, your body tense, as a loud gasp follows its slow intrusion inside you,
After feeling your walls tautness envelop my finger, the lust of must feel that tightness on the tip of my hard swell rushed into my mind

Legs swing over legs, as I center my body over yours, my eyes fixate on skin contrast, as my darken hardness pulsate while lying between the cleavage of your lighter colored butt, after securing my pulsating mass into my hand, I lay the swollen tip of it at your haven door, 
A thrust forward slow and straight, pushes the tip of my manly mass pass your leaking folds, as the swollen head of my engorged mass ease past the enraged of your folds, your lungs gasp, your body stiffens, 
As shear pulsating hardness fall slowly inside you, first penetration sensations made your body tremble in pleasure pain, while lungs moan in unison

As swollen mass fall deeper in the clear cream between your thighs, heat of a volcano seep into my manly flesh, it is quickly followed by a surrounding tautness on my hard mass girth, 
Thrust stops abruptly as my lungs take long deep breaths to retain my body sexual composure, after your walls adjust to my intrusion, and I to your womb tautness, my hips trust slowly forward, spoon feeding the length of my manhood into your pink, wet, depths

A long slow back stroke, is followed by a long slow forward stroke,
Each measured stroke is more precise then the last, as my mind has decided to make soothing love to you, just as it was in my dreams

1Manview © 1999 – 2012