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Monday, April 11, 2016

Monday moaning ... Whore ... Prose song poem ...




Blindfolded,
Petite soft hand - slowly pulled him in tow,
Into a room unknown to him

A chair was given,
Sit was her command

Blindfold removed,
Room darker than black skies, left him with sensations of being blind,
Sounds of erotic music started to softly echo from all four corners of the room

His eyes blink and tried to focus on the lean firm body that was wearing black lingerie, and had a pretty face, standing in front of him,
But she quickly turned and seductively walked into the darkness,
Leaving a lust filled sigh wedged in his throat

Soft light appears,
Lightning only a small path of "watching"

Wooden box, with pillow mattress on top, appears in the dim light focus 
Her curvy body sits atop of it,
Long slender legs move slow and easy to the music rhythm,
Opening slowly into a horizontal split in front of him,
Exhibiting the imprinted swollen swell of her sex folds,
That push on the tight black lace panties, that hugged the curves of her full hips and spherical buttocks

Legs with flesh soft as cotton, lift up toward the ceiling,
Long slender fingertips slowly slip the black panties off her hips,then eased them off her legs, 
Once off, she disregards them with a hand flip into the darkness 

Slowly, her body spin toward him and stop, 
Her black lacy bra is teasingly pulled off, then it's disregarded into the darkness,
Leaving her naked firm breast,for his eyes to feast upon,
But not for long, because he could feel her eyes stare pulling his gaze into the focus of her eyes,
And once his eyes glanced into hers, he felt the heat of her stare, burn into the heart of his sexual soul

Once again,the light went dim

Light flash on,
He can see her body moving,
He can see it erotically twist and bend like elastic, while moving in the rhythm of the music, 
With back arched, her hips provocatively gyrate,
Imitating passionate movements of love-making movements that mimic she was riding atop of her lover,
With his hard enormity buried deep into the spasm of her hot needy pussy,
With each deep thrust of her hips, her lungs moaned as if his hard substance was filling her greedy cavity full



Light dim to the color of dusk,
Filing his sight with blackness,
Leaving his body with incentives of hot wanton lust

Light reappear as she walks away from the mattress covered box,
Then they dim to dark once again

Out of the darkness and into the dim light
Slender arms appear,
Followed by the erect tip of ample bosom
And full curves of swaying hips

Arms reach out,
Legs muscles flex,
Pole climbed,
Right leg wraps around pole thick girth,
Her body perfectly spin in the rhythm of the erotic music,
With the control and grace of a ballerina

Up to the top of the pole,
Her graceful body leap, then with a slow control spin,
She slid down the full length of the pole,
While seductively twisting her body, and oscillating her hips

At the bottom of the pole, her body stop spinning,
Her hips start to gently gyrate, 
Grinding her sex against the hardness of the shiny steel pole

A quiver appeared in her arms,
A shiver made her thighs lightly tremor,
As she manipulated the pole shiny slippery surface, 
With bumps, and deep sexual grinds,
While pulling it hard against the swollen folds of her needy sex

Her body tense, then wilt,
After taking a deep breath, she slowly slips off the pole,
The light once again dim to dark,
All sounds come to a halt

Now he sits alone in the dark with just his mind thoughts, 
Alone, with his body full of erotic passionate feelings

Zipper of paints suddenly zips down,
Harden size is painfully pulled through his paints small frontal opening,
Warmth of soft lips is felt slowly wrapping around the stretched velvet soft skin, of his hard throbbing manhood girth

A sigh
A moan
A grunting groan,
Erupts past his parted lips,
While his legs shivered from the sharp surreal sensations of captured ecstasy
from her soft lips performing fellatio on his throbbing shaft



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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...



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4 comments:

  1. Não importa a cor do céu... Quem faz o dia bonito é você. Boa Semana Meu Querido!!

    Bjs carinhosos e selvagens da Leoa

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  2. Nicely done! A piece of classical music sung through words that express the intense build up of two lovers in a sexual dance.

    I would be honored if you shared this as a guest post on our site.
    http://www.uink.ca/p/guest-posts.html

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  3. Thanks a lot for sharing though can you add the share button on the Guest Page. Thanks. Again awesome job!

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    1. It took me a minute to figure it out, but I got it done. I also added your site in my Poetry - Musing - Erotic writings- Blog Roll, that way when a new poem is posted on your guest post, it will show up in my blog roll so anyone viewing my blog will see it....

      Thank you
      1ManView

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