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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Erotic picture poem........ Shallow ..............


 In the dark wakes of the night
Wetness of perspiration flows from our flesh like water flows over a mountaintop

Deep inside my ravine his staff rides with long:
Slow
Strokes
Penetrating deep inside my feminine wake
Making gushing sounds as his girth rides back and forth between the taut-ness of my  wet walls grip

Slowly  he ride my wants:
My will:
My need:
My soul into submission
As my inner gusher slowly rise to the top

Large beads of his sweat fall on the middle of my back
Mixing his body wet perspiration with my own
After gathering in large quantities
It tumbles down the roundness of my buttocks
Finally falling on the blue satin sheets

Bodies are wet from head to toe:
Sheets
Mattress
Are soaked absolute
As none stop passion sweat pours off our bodies 

Hands tightens around the soft flesh around my waist
They pull me harder and deeper into his dep ultra slow thrust

My voice whisper faster
But his ears choose not to hear me
Because his mind has chosen to keep killing me softly with shear, slow pleasure

Slowly:
Every inch
Every fiber
Every imperfection of his harden staff surface is felt against the softness of my walls, as his rock hard shaft falls in and out the darkness of my depths

My mind flashes images of his cock perfect size
Its grueling girth
The thick blood vein running up to its peak
The smooth roundness of its large crown
The perfect length of his erect cock

Body weakened to the point it can not scream
As my clear cream ooze perpetually on top of his rigid shaft velvet soft smooth skin
My body shuddered and quake to the point my mind fade to oblivion 

Thick muscular thighs stiffen on the back of mine
While his hot white seed ejaculate into the depths of my wet ravine
Our quiet screams of blissful agony go unheard
As sensations of passion-lust gushes from the depth of our being
Consumed, his body come to rest on top of mine

As we lay in contentment
My mind wonders about how the rivers of the world shall never run dry
As long as we continue our slow passionate love-making

(C) 1ManView

5 comments:

  1. Beautifully hypnotic...I felt pleasure in every word.

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  2. Very beautiful, fire and passion… A pleasure…

    Kisses.

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  3. So evocative! Thank you so much!

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  4. Good afternoon
    Have a great weekend, even with this new president, and everything good with little snow, be on your wing !!

    I loved your very good poem !! is hot!

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  5. "Hands tightens around the soft flesh around my waist
    They pull me harder and deeper into his dep ultra slow thrust" : very beautiful poem!
    Thanks for sharing.

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