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Sunday, December 23, 2018

Xmas wish ... Prose poem


Xmas Wish

No Prancer
No Dancer 
Forget Rudolph red nose 
No Santa 
No presents 
No toy sleds
No kids 
Not even a drop of holiday cheer

No TV
No radio
Forget about that MP3
No moans 
No groans
No body dancing

Peace 
Quite
Solitude
Candle light
Intimacy 
Holding 
Caressing
Your head laying on my chest 
My head laying on your breast
No words spoken
You thinking of only me
I'm thinking of only you 
While love fills every inch of the room...

...................................... 

 When you give thanks this Xmas for all your gifts of life 
Give thanks for the one you have chosen to forever be by your side
Without them, the word "Special", would be an obsolete word... 

Merry Christmas 
1Manview and ML ....



1Manview © 1999 – 2018

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Desire 2....... Nonet poem

Firm soft breast with harden pink nipple

Encircled by lips fluid grip

Entice tip of a pink tongue

To swirl on its firmness 

Taste its sweet flavor

Blench gasping moans-

Feverish 

Roaring

Groans…


A Nonet Poem: A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

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Monday, December 10, 2018

Full Moon 2 Erotic prose poetry


While she laid and awaited the encore of the night
Darkness beckon the silence inside the room

While laying on her stomach, her body laid straddle across the softness of the mattress
Her eyes fixate on the beauty of the moonlight penetrating the darkness of the sky
Every beat of her heart, every breath of air her lungs drew in, was slow and silent
Her body laid so still, it mirrored itself as if frozen


        As I sat and watch silently in a corner of the room
Her eyes watched one full beautiful moon, while mine watched two
Both of their surfaces were firm, round and smooth
They both brought a certain calm to my soul as my eyes wandered on their vastness
Excitement intrigued my mind as I wonder about their existence

Existence of hills to climb, peaks to stride over, with valleys to wander through
They both had hidden secrets and treasures tucked away deep inside 
Waiting for the right man, to conquer them...


(C)1ManVIew



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


Image is from
http://www.light-penetration.blogspot.no/


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............

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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)


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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 - 😂
Love -  💗
And kisses -💋  💋
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

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Home brew .... Erotic Prose poem (repost)



Smell of brewing coffee stimulated her body to move from a deep slumber to it's almost time to wake up to another Monday morning posture

Her boy rolled from its side to its back
Deep breaths are taken in an attempt to stimulate her body to awaken 
I'm going to have to go to Starbuck to get something stronger than his sweet cream coffee to get me moving, traced through her groggy mind

Lethargic body sir
Sleepy mind finally focused enough for her to open her big brown eyes and peep through the slit of morning eyelids
Within a split moment, her legs spread open wide
Her back instantly bows into an inward arch
Heaving round firm breast heave toward the morning sky
While once idle hands grasp at blue wrinkled sheets, as sheer sensation attack her nervous system with electrified sensations that overstimulated her body senses

Eyes wide stare glance down her body
The top of his head could be seen under the sheets, slowly gyrating in a spiral motion between the center opening of sleeping sex

Surreal sensations of his tongue dipping and swirling deep in the wake of her quivering pink sex rushed through her extremities
Leaving her body with miniature body shivers and moving imprints of goose bumps racing across her tender flesh

Deeper, quicker, his tongue deeply swept through her sex slit
Enticing her hips to gyrate in his tongue rhythmic slashing motion...

Right leg slowly rose then tightly hug against the back of his head
Pulling his mouth closer to her sex, while pushing his tongue deeper into the void of her pink wetness

Oral assault hesitates
Her sweet clear nectar tasted then swallowed
Soft voice moans her approval

As his tongue resumes its assault on her swollen sex, 
A flashing thought of "Starbuck has nothing like this" tracked through her mind...


(C) 1ManView

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Wensday is head day ... Just for me... (redone) Prose poem




Soft, yet firm wrap of slender feminine fingers
Captured the rapture of my hard pulsating cock

As her fisted fingers stroke its length slowly, tenderly
Electrified sensations bring its length to wholeness
Its girth to a fullness

Fingers grip become firmer
Their Rhythmic stroke, strokes smooth and steadily
While my scrotum is firmly squeezed by her other hand

Tip of swirling tongue tease the smooth mushroom head of my hard distended membrane
It swirls on my cock head sensitive ridge
Up and down its hard elongated flesh
When pouting lips encircle the swell of my rigid flesh:
Inhale was my breath
Quivering vibrations shook my legs
Shear sensations projected through my loins catapulted up my spine
My voice audibly moaned in overwhelming pleasure

Heartbeats urgently fluttered in my chest from the sharp piercing sensations projecting through my loins
Soon my manly voice became numb in silence from the unbearable pleasure-pain fluctuating through my extremities

As bobbing head gestures slowly undulated over the extended length of my hard swollen cock
Full wet lips ease over the soft velvet flesh of my penile over and over
Leaving my body with extreme sensations of contented pleasure

Lips manipulate
As steady rhythmic motions of head gesture take my body to the edge of orgasmic detonation
My body clings to the sensations of pleasurable affliction
Not wanting the extreme pleasure to stop

Toes curl
Buttocks tighten
Legs involuntarily squirm and vibrate
As swirling sensations bombard into the inner depths of my being
My voice now gravel in the need for me to come

Soft full lips grip tighter
The rhythm of bobbing head gestures quickens:
Body becomes compliant
As loins flood full of passion waves 
Then violently explode

Uncontrollable earth quaking tremors shake my body 
While massive expulsion of scrotum hot white gooey substance ejaculates into the moist heat of her waiting hungry mouth

Vision blurred
Lungs burn
Loud drum beats articulate from my rapid heartbeats
Suddenly my body moves without motion

Taken are deep breaths
Legs too weak to stand
But "once again," anticipates in my mind

(C)1ManView



Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Lust


Just because I married you
Doesn't mean I want you to stop doing what you love to do
I still want you to continuously stay in libidinous lusl
So when you come inside of me, you come hard in a solid furfilling bust

(C) 1ManView

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

It's OK to Cry ... Thoughts series from my Intrigue blog


WIth a sudden outburst we went from talking about me, to talking about you
WIth tears in your eyes, you finally open up to me
Finally burying some of the hurt in your past
That had plagued our future
You open your eyes completely for a moment
And for the first time, open the door to your heart completely
While finally seeing that all of this time
I was yours Faithfully...
Faithfully standing by your side all this time
Faithfully, totally, deliriously, in love with you........


(C)1ManView

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Wooden chair ... Erotic poetry


Empty room
Dark corner
Discarded 
The old wooden chair sat forgotten

Stepped around
Dusted around
For a decade, the old wooden chair silently sat in its corner

Lights low
 A chance, two people meet
A glance
A smile
An intimate hug
A breast caressed
 A neck Kissed
A deep lips embrace, fuel their inner fire
 Intimate encounter slowly convert into lust

Blouse unbuttoned
Shirt undone
Bra unclasped
Paints unzipped
Clothes disregarded on the hard wood floor

Bedroom too far for passion quest
Chair grabbed and put into chosen placement

He sat down on the old wooden chair
She slowly sat down on his erect harden crown
Wooden chair first sound loudly cracked into the air
Startled laugh and giggle rip into the air

Hips gingerly rotate, gyrate, in the sensual rhythm of love
Crack - crack -  crack, the old wooden chair speaks in the rhythm of conjoined hips rotations

As hips rotate harder-
The old chair crackling sound become louder
As hips move with urgency
Cracking sounds cadence out quicker

 Loose joints hold tight
While old wooden chair rocks back and forth
As their passion lust for each other near quest ending

Passion scream, deep moans, drown out the old wooden chair cracking sounds 

As deep shivering quakes mix with hard palpitations
The old wooden chair joints strain not to become unglued

Deep breathes become silent breathes
Two persons in love retreat to bedroom
Leaving the old wooden chair to sit silently in the middle of the room
With old memories of two persons endearment for each other, added to the new

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Thursday, August 23, 2018

Hear me ..... Sensual poem

Image from Sexart
To hear me,  is to know me
To know me, you most be close to me 

Close enough for your fingertips to touch my body flesh

Ease them slowly around its curves
Edge them through its long hair

Close enough:

To smell, the light fragrance of my body scent permeating into the air
To hear, the quietest beat of my heart
To hear,  the lowest whisper of my voice
To know, what I'm thinking because you were close enough to me to hear exactly the meaning of what I had to say

And once you have mastered being that close to me

 You will know want it is to hold
 All of my love, in the palm of your hand...

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Monday, August 20, 2018

Love calls


Soft hands wash dirty dishes

While quiet humming linger in the air

Hard body press against her softness

Manly hands slide under blouse and envelope firm full breast

Fingertips tenderly swirl on nipples tip

Soft voice moans quietly

Hard press against soft

Zipper unzipped

Panties fall

Hard enters moist softness

Love for each other -

Consummated
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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Reverence

Over the years
My lips have embrace the softness of yours a million
times
More ways than I can remember

But each time I kiss you
One thing always stood  out
It always tasted sweet as it did
The very first time.....   


(C) 1ManView

Monday, August 6, 2018

To the point ... Erotic prose poem

Less than a minute, I had vacated my spot on the sofa
Returning only to find her laying comfortably across its length
She had on a short flesmsy dress, that barely covered her naked ass-
That played peek a boo with my eyes under her dress helm
Politely I asked her to remove her presence from my spot..
As she teasingly stretched her body, she laughed than replied "which spot exactly was yours?"
When I heard her voice deeply moan
I knew I was in the right spot


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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

My spot ... Erotic Repititive poem ..... (picture poem)

It was quiet
It was soft
It was exciting
It was thrilling
It was exhailerating
It was passionate
It was lustful
It was powerful
It was tender
It was sweet
It was hard
It was thunderous
It was all the above, when it hit my spot.....

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Sunday, July 29, 2018

Subliminal

Asleep, she lies  under satin linen in a lethargic breathing rhythm

Formation of small breast imprint into the sheets


With a tattle tale of disk-shaped nipples


The slight of her smooth stomach lead a trail to the width of her thick thighs


Attached to shapely legs that beckon me to their center


As I stand quietly staring at the sight, envy of the person who loves her bares into my soul


Enticing a smile to form on my face

Knowingly that the person is no one:

But myself.....


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