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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

His weeping eye ... Erotic prose poem


Softness,
Of petite hand, 
Grip swollen girth tightly,
Stoking its side gingerly,
In a long-slow vertical rhythmic motion

Stopping to tenderly strum,
The tip of its thumb flesh,
Over my cock smooth bulbous head,
While sliding through the slippery clear liquid,
Of my forth coming


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1Manview © 11-26– 2015



Sunday, December 2, 2018

Prove it.... Picture poem in prose

 

Some say this is naughty
Some say this is just too nasty:
Some say it's a forbidden  rule
While others say it's not a taboo
Some say it can make you feel very erotic
And some say it makes you feel pleasurably full
Some say it's just too painful
Others say there's no sensation like it
I say, what ever your belief is,  prove it to me............

(1)ManView

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

He said ... Repetitive poem (Spank Prose poem)

He said - I said
I said - he said
He said it would be best for all, if my voice was more silent 
I said it's a free country with free speech written in the constitution !
He said, yes you are absolutely right
He then said
"Many have paid the price for free speech"
(Speechless)


(C) !ManView

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Monday Moaning: Coffee n Cream ... Prose poem

Dark horizon
Hide the bright acquisition of a sunny sky
As the calm of a quiet storm slowly come 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 urgent need

Dark shadows hide the silky curves of her soft flesh skeleton
While the crack of dawn, hide 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 hard righteousness inside her tight blanketing comfort
Slow lethargic strokes
Slowly seduce her sexual need
While thick creamy thighs spread wider to satisfy her budding greed
Of needing to feel his fiery hot seed
Spew feed
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 come 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

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Lurkers and new follower Day... look in please .......


Today is love or lurkers day, and if there is any lurkers out there, say hello please. And to all of my new followers, will you also say hello. Not only would it help me to get to know you, but to follow your blog also. You see, when you become a follower, the icon no longer take us to your blog. It only take us to your blog if you leave a comment. So PLEASE leave a comment. It can be a simple hello, or could you write more spanking poems, erotic humor etc. Or say notning. Just leave me your icon in the comment section co I can find your blog.... A lot of my followers have stop blogging, and I'm slowly taking them off my blog list. I like to replace them with a new active blog. By helping me will also help you gain some followers. I know I haven't been as active as I have been in the past. But I plan on getting back to that level. Plus the more comments I see, the more I usually write...  Thank you for being a lurker, and thank you "everyone" for stopping in to read my poems....

Peace - ðŸ˜‚
Love -  💗
And kisses -💋  ðŸ’‹
1ManView 

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Bottoms up (Spank poem)



First came the roaring thunder
Suddenly, lightning struck
Setting fire to everything it touched  
Last came the crying rain
That brought peace and tranquil to the land:
One thing I have learned about a thunderstorm
Lighting can strike the exact spot, more than twice

(C) 1ManView