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Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Happy New Year

Five

Four

Three

Two

One...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!



In rooms full of engaging people
Toy horns loudly blow.
As church bells constant ringing,
is heard for miles 
Down quiet country roads.
While the crowded air in the city skies,
is surrounded by exploding lights and booming loud noises

But our ears hear nothing.
Our eyes see only each other nakedness
In the dim light of the room

Lips dispatched deep kisses
Fingertips roam and touch intimate places
While sex organs thrust and tug on one another
As we bring in the New Year all alone
Consummating the intimacy
Of our love
On the last night of the old year
 into the new day of the New Year
That is coming too...

Happy New year
From
1ManView


1Manview © 12-28-21

Saturday, December 25, 2021

Just - A Christmas thought

I wrote this many years ago, Yet today I feel the same because of the Covid invasion that makes you think,,, 



Xmas is usually a time we all reflect,

Reflect on what we have accomplished or what we did not

Reflect on what we received or did not receive,
Be it spiritual or materialistic

Reflect on those who are no longer with us,
To help celebrate life blessings,

Reflect on the new life that has arrived,
And their search to find their place in life

Reflect on the love and respect I have for my family and friends,
And the love and respect they have shown me ...

And when all the reflecting in my mind was all done,
I realized that all I need in my life is the love of my family and friends;
The love of God in my heart,
And the rest is just that...  

Just_


1ManView
(PJ to my friends)


1Manview © 1999 – 2021

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Smell of desire - Sensual Acrostic Poem

Scent of

My

Elation's

Linger, as my body 

Long for your sexual approach, to bring me to wanton -


Orgasmic pleasures, as your prowess 

Feast on the


Delicacy of my wanting.

Exhilaration

Screams from 

Inside my soul, reverberates throughout my body, after being 

Ravish by the swell of your substantial sex that is intensely pulsating with

Ejaculation deep inside the warmth of my wine, while my body quivers in an escapade of sexual ecstasy 


 Acrostic poem: An acrostic is a poem or other composition in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word, message, or the alphabet.

© 1ManView

Sunday, October 31, 2021

Monday moaning - Dress for stress


A feminine figure mirroring my wife walked into the chamber with that hard day at work grimace on her facial features.
Her footsteps hesitated, then walked straight into my open arms and received a deep love you hug followed by a long - soft, affectionate kiss.  After a lingering moment of holding her tight,  I whispered into her ear that she should sit down and make herself comfortable. I gave her a wink and a playful pat on the ass, then started towards the kitchen to get her something cool to drink.

Right after taking a few steps, I stopped, turned towards her, and asked if there was anything more I could do for her before leaving the room? After muttering some indigestible words, I heard the last word more. After I turned and walked away, I heard a muted sigh. I did not stop because I did not want to get engaged over a word with an overworked, overheated wife. 

After retrieving a glassful of her favorite beverage of double shot of  Vodka in an extra tall glass of Southern Sweet Ice Tea, the word "more" eased through my thoughts?  With that thought still on my mind, I hurriedly walked back to our chamber with my spouse's ice tea in hand. As soon as I stepped into the chamber, I unquestionably saw the explanation for the word more.

 

© 1ManView

Sunday, October 24, 2021

Monday moaning - A Taste - By Poetic quest - Navypoet

 

A taunt tongue 


Slowly savor 

The small bits 

That collect 

At the joining 

Of collarbone 

Salty and sweet 

Tiny droplets 

Sensuous and alive 

And I am jealous 

Of their closeness 

To your skin 

Powerless 

To get closer 

Than they are 

So I settle 

For a secondhand 

Savoring 

Not less sweet 

Your scent assaults 

My senses 

And I reel in 

When I only 

Want to reel 

You into 

My first sense 

For nourishment 

Comfort I want 

To suckle 

As in the past 

With a wet 

Hungry mouth 

Unashamed at 

My naked need 

For an act 

That pleases me 

Not to miss 

A drop 

Of what you offer 

In return 

Of my desire 

For something 

Sweet and salty 

Collected on 

Your skin 

From tip 

To joining 

Of collarbone 

For me 

To savor 



© NP
Poem By Navypoet

Thursday, October 21, 2021

Fall for you - Sensual Prose Song Poem - revised

 

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

Continuous, display of moonbeams shining through the windowpane,

Interrupts the darkness of the cramped bedroom

Where you and I lay quietly intertwined in the position of spoon

Dolce fingertips play my flesh like the scales of a Baby Grand Piano,

Making my body shiver, tremble, twist with nowhere to go,

As the strength in your arm holds me steady,

While surreal foreplay makes my body ready,

But this time, I feel something completely different inside myself than before,

I feel as if,

I might be falling


Deep kisses that mesmerize my mind,

Is sweeter than the most expensive red wine,

And when your embrace encircles itself around my body,

Usually, I only felt the sensations of thrill,

But tonight, it's much more than a perception 

I feel like the sum of my soul is content

Like you are the one intended to trip me

So I would fall


Each time your deep thrust falls deeper into my stormy demise,

My mind ponders, is this wise,

To let this lustful relationship continue,

Unless I unequivocally see the same feelings in you,

Because I think I could be

Falling


When I call out your name,

It's no longer a game

When I give you my all

Please don't let me fall

Because making love to you feel so good,

Like concentric love should,

When you have -

Fallen


My heart constantly beats steady,

Telling me, I'm ready,

To fall in love,

And beloved,

With your presence,

So please be a gentleman and catch me,

As I profoundly fall

In love with you 



©1ManView

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

True love is - Prose poem


True love is.


The right time


The right place


For two persons


To share


A simple glance


An attentive thought


A caring touch


An intimate embrace


The softness of a good night kiss


That's preceded by


Giving -


A piece of your heart


Å piece of your mind


A piece of your soul


All the eternal love inside your being


Which will unite you as one


For the eternity of your life's 




©1ManView

Monday, September 27, 2021

Monday Moaning: Satisfaction - Erotic prose poem


Directive moans direct tongue flight through folds verticle fissure

Groans, control velocity of tongue long lashes

Sighs, control tongue, lashes depth into pink flesh darkness

Hair pulled, detect deep lashes of passion

Back arched, alloys tongue deeper penetration

Hips profound dips gyrate in the harmonious rhythm of tongue lashes -

Soaks beard in honeydew -

Bath mustache in the aromatic fragrance of feminine musk.

And is always followed by body shivers, rapid heartbeats, and lack of breath.

Scream out my name

And I'll give you rebellious tremors of satisfaction "Guarantied"...


(C) 1ManView

Thursday, September 9, 2021

Time - A Sensuous poem


Tic-toc -tic -toc-tic-toc

The sound of the tall, old wooden grandfather clock disturbs the silence in the room as our bodies sit united as one.


Within your legs, I sat perfectly still

Quiet 

Content

In love with you

In love with the moment

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 


My head ceased up against the amplitude of your chest.

As my nostril breathed in the masculine redolence of your flesh. 

My head curls tighter into your chest, allowing my ears to capture the slow-soft beats of your heart


Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 


Time seems to pass without urgency as our bodies enfold together

My thoughts seem to be here

Then over there

Now it is nowhere as my mind takes time out from the world that surrounded us.


Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 


The sound of the old clock seems to be getting more blatant
My eyes opened and noticed the time on the clock was incorrect, and the pendulum 
was not swinging.

The tic-toc-tic-toc- sound 

Was my heart, being utterly in love with yours.


 

We should never forget that the sum of the little things is what keeps a marriage happy.
Peace
Love
And Happiness
1ManView


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