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Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Monday moaning .... Moment ... Prose poem...

Softer then newborn baby skin,
Trail over the contours of my back

Warm breath,
Softly exhale on the nape of my neck,
While roaming hands,
Unbuckle my belt,
Unzip my pants

Short warm fingers,
Push past the elastic of tight shorts,
And surround the growth of hardening flesh found with-end

A tender firm squeeze,
A prolong gentle pull,
Entice a moan from the depths of my lungs,
As my mind envisioned,
The fourth coming of desired lust

1Manview © 1-18– 2016

Friday, January 22, 2016

Red Panties Sexy Saturday Seductions ....


Rope tied
To the bed
His naked muscular body lay

Submissive is the game
It was his turn to be the submissive
To be played
The reason his chiseled naked body laid
Rope tied in the position of a cross
In the middle of the large comfortable bed

There she stood
At the very edge
Of the large beautiful bed
Wearing nothing but,
Her curvy birthday suit
And her Sexy Panties colored red
To start the beginning
Of 1Manview erotic writings
Of Red Panties Sexy Saturday Seductions  

Coming soon...

1Manview © 1-18– 2016

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Inside my thighs.. . Erotic prose peom

Wet essence,
Gush from the opening of my womb,
Down the elongated length of his erect swell,
While the flesh of my thighs, quiver in contempt of undulating pleasure,
As orgasmic waves of my inner orgasm shear through my loin

And deeper....
His hard substance penetrates into the depths of my pink wet being,
As I ride atop the hard tower of his manhood flesh,
While his constant gyrating hips thrust his hard substance deep into the wet of my wake,
Solidifying the constant rage of my orgasm,
That makes my body convulse deeply in ecstasy 

Reluctantly he relents, and let the heat of the creamy white seed of his loins explode within me,
Knowingly it means the end of the surge of our constant enraptures of pleasure,
Yet, the beginning of the empathy of an in self-orgasm,
That will consume his soul 

1Manview © 1-18– 2016

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Monday moan.... Body kisses ... Erotic Prose poem

Warmth of morning sun,
Filtering through dingy window panes,
Gently ease into the softness of naked feminine flesh

Body stir,
But does not awaken

Warmth of moist lips,
Is felt pressing against the nape of tender neck skin

Eyes open,
Deep breath taken,
As moist lips persistence,
Slowly leave a moisten trail,
Down the center of slender back

Tongue tip swirl,
Over and under the roundness of taut buttocks,
Down the center flesh of creamy firm thick thighs,
Enticing lungs to part dry lips with a burst of a whispering moan

Firm grip eases feminine body over,
Then spread shapely legs open wide
Tongue glide upward on the smooth flesh of an inner thigh,
Then slip into the privacy of moist divine,
Gently licking,
The mushy swollen folds in its path

Deep breath is heard,
As the tip of tongue slowly ease up and down the center of wet parallel slit
Legs quiver as tongue tip,
Plunge deep into small slit opening,
And taste the flavor of the pliable pink substance inside

Head tilts,
Lungs deep inhaled breath is held,
As surreal sensations rush into loins,
Trail through extremities
Top of head grabbed,
Leg wrap around head and pull inward,
Deepening wet body kiss

Curvy hips involuntary gyrate,
While pink walls secrete
Its sweetest flavor

Taut stomach muscles wave,
Like calm ocean waves lightly washing over sandy shorelines,
While morning moans stir the room air,
Like a light tropical sea breeze

Hips lift,
Gyrations quit,
Legs become completely stiff,
As tongue tip deeply taste the sweet spot in its path,

Lungs grovel,
Body stiffen,
Legs deeply quiver,
While orgasmic waves seduce petite body

Peaceful calm follows the raging storm,
Succumbing shivering body with sensations of ecstasy afterglow
Whispered good morning,
Is quietly answered,
With an exhaled whispered moan....

 1Manview © 11-26– 2016

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Happy Humpday .....

She playfully straddled his body,
Then playfully kissed his lips,
As their kiss transcended into lust,
She passionately dry-humped on his granite hard cock

Happy Humpday ...

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Monday moaning .... Breathe ... Picture poem (Repetitive))

When his strong hands gently pulled my body into his
meshing the soft flesh of my breast, into his chest

When his lips captured mine in a deep sweet kiss
while his fingertips slowly traced the curvature of my spine

When his hand first slipped past the skimpy lace of my panties
and traced the smooth flesh of my behind

When his finger found my moist center opening,
and slowly fell into the warmth of its wet depths

I had to remember,
 Too breathe