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Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Song Poem ... Butterflies .... Repetitive Style ...

A Song Poem: Must use one word, sentence or phrase from the chosen song. It also has to be written in the rhythm and spirit of the song... Song; Butterflies By Michael Jackson...

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Sweetness of your lips sink into mine
A hesitant before lips intertwine
That causes a sigh, and sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
To reside between the thick, of my thighs  

Fingertips grip deeply into my hips
As contemplated thoughts in my mind dip
As lips sip
The sugary sweetness of a deep genteel kiss...
Naked neck flesh suckled
Knees buckle
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs


Breast heave forward to soft kissing, licking, and tender suckle
As soft firm lips, roams its domain 
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Suckled nipples, suddenly impale past parted lips
Into the warmth of his wet wanting mouth
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Stomach muscles flex to soft kisses
That's mixed with trailing tongue lashes
That dashes
Into a downward spiral
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Legs parted
Then lifted on wide shoulders
Kisses of velvet mist on my thighs internees
Faint moans slip past parted lips
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Tongue lashes
Dashes
Marches
On folds that's swollen with wanting
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Tongue flick
Then dip
Tasting the offering of pungent clear nectar before it
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Ripples of vibrations rush into my loins
As his tongue slowly submerge into the clear wake of my wet
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,
Reside between the thick, of my thighs



Suckled squishy lips, ease an indulgent scream out my lungs
As my chest heave, stomach muscle reflex, hips jerk, then slowly gyrate
Into the rhythm of the deep lashing of his hungry tongue dips, that falls into the rising wake of my wet
As intensified sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Right leg locks behind head
Fingertips intertwine into pulled hair
Urgent dance of hips gyrate deeply
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Turn into intense surreal sensation of humming-bird wings
Fluttering deep in the wet, between the thick, of my thighs

Persistent quakes and shakes vibrate through my extremities
While the steadfast dip of the tip of his tongue dive into the pink depths of 
my wet
Hips flail in an orgasmic rhythm
Causing suffocating breath like sounds to gurgle from his lungs
While his tongue taste the extra sweet cream of my orgasmic release
As intense sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Eyes open,
His body resides at my side
His fingertips softly caress the outline of my oval-shaped breast
The feel of his rawness swell pulsating on the side of my thigh, send sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Deep into the wake that
Reside between the thick, of my thighs



(C)1ManView

Monday, October 21, 2019

Monday moaning ...... Make it rain ... Erotic prose poem

Ah...
Tongue slowly lash between moisten folds
Making them wet with the warm spit of your slick saliva
Body sweat
Pressure slowly building up
While your tongue tenderly lash deep between
The center of my womanly blossom

Swirl
Twirl
Dip
Flick
Lick
Sip
My mind now thinking of your pretty dick
Drenching deep inside my pink wick
Stretching
Thrusting
Pushing
Shoving
Trying to reach the means of my watery depths

Thighs contract tight around your head
As tongue sweep deep into the wetness of my neither land

Stomach muscles spasm
As body orgasm
While your tongue lick
Around and on the tip
Of my pink, hard, erect clit

Crying plea tell you to stop
But stop you must not
Not until my body rise, shudder and shake, like it was tasered by a city cop
Then fall into an rapturous orgasmic flop




(C)1ManView