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Saturday Seduction: Consented__ Erotic prose poem

Legs widen, soft flesh lowers, then delays.

A whisper of a moan drifts into the air as the softness of swollen folds slowly part.

Her body continuation to lower starts again. 

As her body lowers, the tautness of her soft pink walls caresses the girth of his rigid manhood as manly hips gently thrust upward.

Lungs expand but do not fill as indescribable sensations spiral rampantly through their lions.

Heartbeats become rapid as the desire of the flesh takes control of the mind, while voices become silent while their bodies prepare to make harmonizing music together.

His length disappears deep into the dark abyss of her womb, pushing her pink flesh open wider, broader as it slowly soars on its upward flight.

Short breaths of air burst past their lips as their hips move in a synchronized movement.

Rough fingertips dig deep into soft bare flesh as his length rises and falls inside her domain.

Breast rubs against chest; sweat rubs against sweat as hips softly collide head-on.

The deeper his inflexible stature ease into her domain, the higher her voice whispers his name in his ear as their minds are bath in sexual bliss.

The moon smiles at them through the window. But before their dance of desire ends, the sun will be smiling upon them too.

©1ManView 

Flame - Sensual Repetitive poem

A Flame has been stirred profoundly within me from the docile touch of a lone fingertip.

A flame that once was a hint of smoldering ashes residing inside my loins

A flame that has grown to epic proportions

A flame that has ignited all the passion I have to disseminate from me to you

  

A flame that has grown five times hotter than desire itself 

A flame that has ashes burning red hot in the center void between my thighs

A flame that needs to be distinguished immediately by your hard lustful touch and the wet white substance of thick creamy liqueur that awaits to be liberated from the hidden culdesac residing inside the immense manhood depending between your manly thighs

                                                           

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Reasons - Repetitive sensual poem

Why does being close to you change my body demeanor, my mind thoughts?

Why is it when you look at me a certain way our lips find themselves in a soft, tender kiss?

Why does my body react to a single fingertip soft touch of yours? An indication that can make me docile and quiet or elated in a matter of seconds

Why is embracing you tight in my arms so spontaneous at times it feels like an addiction?

Why is it when I sneak up behind you and lay a kiss on the back of your neck to witness your body reactions, which are still pretty much identical as the very first time? Yet still, a trill after all the years we have existed together?

I believe the only explanation for the whys is that I'm still deeply in love with the body, mind, and soul of you.

Happy Birthday LC

(C) 1ManView

Perennial - Short Erotic Prose poem

Lips clasp tightly 

Breath withheld 

Lips taste-

Kiss of passion 

While fingertips touch moist sexes 

When woven bodies embrace tightly 

Felt was his essence 

Touching my soul 

(C) 1ManView