Ubreak my heart - PT.I (Prose Sensual Song Poem)

Kisses deep,
Press against the softness of her lip flesh
Turned into forplay, of warm, moist kisses flowing gingerly down the center of her body

Firm lips brush against what is swollen, tender, and soft
Tip of tongue slide open lips that protect what is hers to give

Feminine voice moan
As a tongue tip slithers deep between her pink painted walls
While one lit candle flickers, dance in the rhythm of their lovemaking

Breathes taken,
Breathes withheld,
Then silently exhaled,
As his sex act of passionate love
Consume her being,
Consume the consciousness of her soul

Thighs open wider
Lungs hesitate
As the tip of his tongue plunged ever deeper into her pink, wet sexual sea

Forgotten breath escapes past parted lips.
As his tongue retreats from her wanting haven

Her body is slightly repositioned a second before the simultaneous sensation of first penetration rips from the head of his rigid shaft, into his loins, through her sensitive walls, then through her extremities.

Slow, synchronize, rhythm of their hips rotating back and forth movement, slid his long, dark, erectness in and out the dampness of her love channel.
Sending non-stop electrified sensations throughout their extremities  

Seconds flew by instantly,
Minutes pass in seconds,
An hour seemed shorter than twelve heartbeats, as their bodies mesh and glide together as one, while the sounds of wet suction mixed with whispered words of "I love you," intertwined with the extensive silence of the room air

The deeper the thrust of his hard sex falls into her pink softness, the deeper her love for him comes from the depths of her soul.

Eyes meet,
Lips tenderly touch,
Kisses sweeter than golden honey fill their mouths, making their love-making a contemptuous act of passionate lust

Bodies tense,
Then quake in simultaneous orgasmic release

Head rest, on broad chest,
While fingertips trace curves of soft flesh,
Words of endearment follow repeated acts of love, passion of the flesh, into the night. 

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A Song Poem is a poem that is written from listening to the song. 

Using a phrase, sentence, or word from that song. 

It must also be written in the melody, rhythm, or spirit of that song:

Song Title-Unbreak My Heart 

by Toni Braxton

Jimmy Barnes & Tina Turner - (Simply) The Best (Official Video)

Coffee in Cream - Erotic Prose Poetry .... CR

Dark horizon,

Hide the bright acquisition of a sunny sky,

As the calm of a quiet storm slowly comes our way

Sexual sarcasm,

leads to morning sexual playfulness

Spent voice suddenly plea,

Don't let me go,

Make me come,

As mock sexual play turns to an urgent need

Dark shadows hide the silky curves of her soft flesh skeleton,

While the crack of dawn hides behind the darkness of the coming storm,

Wind howl seems far away in the distance,

As her streaming cries drown out the approaching quiet storm warnings

Arbitrary,

Visionary,

Missionary,

Give up her sweet pink cherry,

As his buttocks hump up and down as if they had the wings of a fairy,

Thrusting his ample sample,

Up and down the darkness of her fiduciary

Deeper, 

Steeper,

He buries his rigid righteousness inside her tight blanketing comfort,

Slow lethargic strokes,

Slowly seduce her sexual needs,

While thick creamy thighs spread wider to satisfy her budding greed,

Of needing to feel his fiery hot seed,

Spew deep into her hot trust 

Back hump,

Hips bump,

Butt crack deepens,

Orgasmic will weaken

Not heard is the storm forceful coming,

That rattles the house rafters,

As his inner storm came hard inside the comforting blanket of her pink sanctuary, 

So hard it rattles the frame of the bed,  

Chasing away the blues,

Of, another Monday morning,

With amatory sounds of:

Monday moaning

(C) 1ManView

happy New Yeaar

My peace come to this world in the New Year

Remembering Our Heroes

Let me - do you - Prose poem

 

knees slowly rise

Trying to reach the blue hue of the morning sky

As I made love to my feminine prize

Ears hear a whisper-"Oh my."

Followed by a deep audible sigh

That closely resembles a curling voice wanting to cry

As congelated passion drives deep into the moist hollow space between creamy thick thighs

While you let me, do you

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