Saturday Seduction - Slipin' into Darkness - Erotic Prose Poem

Slow, soft footsteps slip into the bedroom darkness, on a night the moon refuses to shine. My body gently bumps into the wall, into the bedroom furniture, a short trip over the brown throw rug, bruising more than my alter ego. Outstretched arms finally guided me to the edge of the bed,

While on bended knees, I recited my prayers, then pulled back the bed covers. As my body slipped beneath the covers’ darkness, it encountered a halo of sweet fragrance hovering above her form. My smile faded as my mind replayed her last words: "Do not wake me—period." I slipped into the darkness of the covers, then exhaled with frustration.

Eyes closed, but soon opened after a gentle bump of our romps had a head-on collision. Her bare flesh softness sank into mine; its round, taut shape became vivid in my mind as its radiant heat transferred into my flesh. Causing my sleeping demise to rise. My body gingerly slid into the darkness between the bed sheets. 

Fingertips glided softly over her bare flesh. They roamed slowly and gently over her shoulders, then traced down the curve of her spine. Followed the deep crease of her firm, round buttocks, then slipped gently past swollen lips. They hesitated, then entered the intimate darkness of her body, wet, divine

Fingers moved slowly, up and down, in and out, exploring the softness within. Folds swelled as her nectar drip passed her vulva, swollen lips, while fingertips repeatedly slipped gingerly in and out her soft darkness.

My heart raced; my demise became hard as steel, but her last words entered my mind, "Do not wake me - Period!"

Hands trembled as my demise was guided towards the slit between her legs. Lungs inhaled deeply as my demise slipped into the darkness between her tights

Careful not to wake her, I eased my demise inside her intimate space with slow, gradual movement into its warmth.

After a calming breath, I made another gradual movement of my demise, entering it deeper into the darkness of her womb. When it reached the darkest space of her depths, a light feminine moan escaped into the air. 

Hips smoothly rotated quicker; they thrust deeper and harder. Her petite body tensed tight, then shook and trembled in an orgasmic moment. After her last body shiver eased through her extremities, her body fell into a deep relaxed state.

Next to our bed was a baby crib, where a loud baby cry startled my mind, instantly opening my wife's caramel-colored eyes wide, denying my demise its wet, tight sleeping prize. 

After all my hard effort, I have been caught, slippin' into the darkness of my wife's most intimate spot.

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Unbreak my Heart - 2 ^ Sensual Song poem ^

Week-long trip ends early,
Quiet surprise enters the house to the sound of their love music spilling down the hallway corridor from their bedroom,
Anticipation of seeing him with his hard membrane indented into his pants while reaching toward his forever lover,
Was met with visions of adultery

As she stood in the shadow of the hallway,
What her eyes saw made her mind ponder in disbelief; her heart instantly imploded into a thousand pieces.

Teary eyes watched his body glide up and down on top of the flesh of curvy softness,
They watch his hard, erect length, deeply penetrate the pink, pliable flesh between thick thighs again and again.

The room quickly filled with the sounds of a feminine voice, passionate, lustful screams, mixed with his manly baritone moans, vibrating off the bedroom walls, into her ears.
Causing a river of tears to rush down her face.

Just as she saw his body tense in orgasmic release, she heard a voice violently scream in anger at the vulgar adultery act in the sanctuary of her home.

Hand unconsciously reached into purse,
The sound of a small-caliber gun going off brought her world to a complete halt.

Dead silence consumed the room,
As two bodies lay still as in death

Four eyes watch her movements contentedly.
Be gone was all she said before exiting the room.

Quiet house,
Empty room,
Heard her soft cries,
Pictures of them together on the painted walls watched as tears rushed down the softness of her full cheeks. As continuous visions of a husband who cheats, ripped her heart out

Trembling fingertips push the CD player's play button. The soft sounds of a Spanish guitar start to play through its speakers. As the music slowly calmed her soul, her mind pondered whether what her eyes saw was true, and whether time would unbreak the scattered pieces of her heart.

Which would stop the ocean of tears that fell from her eyes every night as she sat alone in the dark of a room, where unadulterated love used to live.

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

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Happy 4TH OF July

 

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Unbreak 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