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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Rhythm Of Love making........ Sensual prose poem .....


Heartbeats 
Beat
Tranquil slow

Lips deep embraces that feel softer than cotton candy on a hot summer day
Taste just as deliciously sweet
 Each time they meet and greet
Leaving surreal sensations on one's lips that seem to linger forever


Fingertips roam over hills and mountains 
Navigate around smooth curves
Over the smooth top surface of a broad highway
Over a wavy firm surface
Into the layer of a hidden crevice
Across a substantial straight compacted road

Hard flesh gingerly submerge into soft
Hips gyrate in a lethargic motion of up and down
Where sheer energy will not be dissipated


Swallowed quiet moans go unheard
Perspiration sweat clings to smooth flesh 
Body motions are not wasted
Lungs exhales are not hasted
Endurance pave the way to shear sensations completion of bashfulness

Hips deeply roll
Electrified sensation troll
Over one's bodies extremities

Deep soft kisses entice bodies to tremble
Bodies lightly shiver from the touch of fingertips that are nimble
Alluring bodies into light shivers 

Whispers of love strum through the air
As minds drift in a world of undeniable love flair
Manly hips thrust harder, deeper, as if in slow motion

His body quakes
His  existence world shakes
Her voice screams 'Oh Gud"
As the heat of his offering fills the void between the center core of her body  
Completely
The heat of his ejaculated offering entice her  body to shutter
Her heartbeats to flutter
All in the Rapturous Rhythm Of -
Love making...

(C)!ManView

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Soulful thrust ... Intimate Prose poem


Early morning sunlight filter through thick white clouds

Stagger through half closed window curtains

Leaving its warmth on everything it touched, while leaving a slight silhouette of their 
lightly covered bodies on the sapphire blue bedroom wall

His eyes open to the warmth of the new day

They linger on the silhouette of her petite body on the wall -

Slowly traced the outline of variable curves of her body

Then linger on the round shape of her soft firm derrière

His mind fast forward through time

From the day of their first kiss

To the time he first touched the softness of her bare flesh

Up to this moment of time

He gingerly pushed the flimsy sheet off their bodies

Slowly covered the small feminine body in front of him with his

She didn't have time to awaken to the feel of the warm sun touching her face

Nor have time to have memories of the past

She woke up with a moan reverberating in the center of her throat

Her fingertips tightly grasping cotton sheets

Her body muscles spasming from shear sensations converting inside her loins conversing 

From the elongated size of his manhood plunging profoundly into the narrow confinement of her sanctuary depths

She awaken not only to the power of his thrust

But the love that made his thrust so powerful

So powerful his love thrust penetrate deep into her soul

(C)1ManView

Monday, February 18, 2019

Euphemistic Sex .... Prose Poem...



While your harden sex 
was inside me
Eyes eagerly watched me, as my body twisted and contorted  from the sensations of our sexual play
Hands knead my body like dough
While passionate kisses build a fire in the gut of my belly
That's burning hotter on every sweet deep lustful kiss
As one hand holds tightly on my backside
The other roam the bare sweaty surface of my flesh
All while your hips smoothly gyrate in wanting, me
needing me, having me
While your inflated manhood slowly pierced deep into my watery depths

A hushed scream escape my lungs, hurriedly rushing past red painted lips
Breaking the silence of the darken room, as your length immerse itself inside my wake like an oil drill rig,drilling for oil deep in the ocean dark depths, lethargically slow and precise
Enticing moans and groans of ecstasy to echo in the rhythm of your hips, that's vertically impaling your rock hard manly membrane down the swell of my sex

Heaving breast lightly bump into muscular chest
While painted fingernails leave a trail of etched skin on smooth baby back flesh

Legs  open  wider
Manhood descend deeper
Into the wants of my wetness

One set of hips buck up, as the other thrust down
Pushing deep breaths of air out my lungs, on each of your hips profound plunges
Blissful sensations rush into our minds
Overwhelming the primal sexual existence of our being

Up... Down...
Up... Down...
Hips gyrate in perfect sync
Pushing, pulling, your blood engorged membrane in and out the tight confinement of my pink depths

Right there, right, there
My softest voice whispers into your ear, as your spacious girth slowly slide directly on the side of my fully erect Clit
Slowly bringing my sexual need closer to closure

A subdued voice whisper faster...
Faster - oh faster
Then become audible loud while screaming, harder baby, harder

Painted nails anchor deep into your firm yet soft textured back flesh
As your hips gyrate faster and dig deeper into my pink haven
After pulling the head of your rock hard assassin out of the comfort of my womb, you insert  just its head into my wetness opening
Without warning you thrust your hips in brute force, impaling your size deep into my demise again and again without mercy
Squealing scream of passion lust reverberate off the the room walls
As my hips bounce off the plush bed mattress on every deep stroke
Groveling voice whispers "I 'Mmm, cumin-n-n", as sharp shear sensations run amuck inside the dwell of my loins

Orgasmic quakes consume my body
As your forever swelling membrane urgently slide up and down the center of my haven walls, that spasm tighter and tighter as orgasmic waves vibrates through it

Hips thrust harder, to push your swell beyond my haven tightness
But soon, it's completely consumed by its heat and overpowering grip
Enticing your swollen palpitating swell, to spill and fill my opening with white-hot seed that's so hot it causes my haven to once again convulse,  while my voice perpetually scream in jubilant ecstasy

Bodies hotter than fire, quake to a rumble
Shake to a stumble
Then crumble
Into a sexual fumble

Limpness lay still inside my wet core
While words of deep affection bath the roots of our love inside me

Soft kiss embrace my lips
Deep affected hugs envelop my body...
Sleep consume the sexual afterglow surrounding our bodies extremities...
Eyes open, mind awaken to fingertips soothing my back flesh, as our bodies spoon in the quiet of the room
Soft kisses seek the sensitive spot of my neck causing my body to stir and wiggle, as haven walls tingle.
While the center of my haven feel the start of our next sexual dance quietly arising....


(C) 1ManView

Monday, February 11, 2019

Book worm ... (Educate yourself) ... Prose picture poem...


He walked into the evasiveness of his private library
There he found his lovely wife standing in front of his beautiful monument of books in six-inch high heels, and naked as the day she was born
He just stood there with that look of what to do look on his face, because reading to educate himself was his life, his existence, and she stood in his way

After a moment watching his lost wide-eyed stare, she became annoyed and spun around than bent over to find a book that would explain to him what he should do next
After giving him a full view of her firm heart shape ass and perfect smooth plumb vulva lips, she turned back around and gave him a sexier view of full round breast, small waist, and curvy hips that's supported by long shapely legs. A view that completely complexes his mind and body. A view he wasn't educated about. She smiled at her book-worm, than in a sultry purring whispering voice, she said " Oh here's a good book for you to read," The Positions Of Tantra

With shaking hands he took the book and sat down at his reading desk and began to read 

After patiently waiting for him to completely read the first two chapters, she took the book away from him, slowly poured her naked body into his lap, and begin to give him a hands on demonstration of the book first chapter. She made sure she was very thorough of the book meaning to him
After giving him hours of demonstrations of how to pleasure by bumping and grinding, gyrating his hips fast or slow, positioning himself for best penetration, how to use the flatness of his tongue verses only using just the very tip. How to master the giving of a low moan, to and audible scream. How spanking, slapping, slurping sounds, made love-making even more pleasurable. She taught him how to prolong his spermination until his partner was completely satisfied. 

Now when he sneaks into his library to finished reading the next chapter in his book, he quietly waits for his lovely wife to come to him naked and unafraid to give him a hands on demonstration from the book of Tantra...

(C)1ManView

Monday, February 4, 2019

Monday Moaning - Lick-A-Clit. ... A erotic rhyming poem



Trembling thighs
Are gently pried
Open wide

Fingertips 
Gently dip
Inside moist swollen lips

Head slide
Between firm thighs
Causes an anticipated sigh 

Moisten lips
Softly sip
On pink erect clit

Hips gently buck
As lips lightly suck
While surreal sensations run amuck

Monday moan
Becomes full blown
As lips suckle, on her erect pink throne

(C) 1ManView