Saturday seduction: My star ... Sensual poem

In the darkness of the room, my eyes follow the moonlit silhouette of naked curves of your body with the firm round breast that barely bounces, as hips swivel in a slow provocative dance of desire. You step out of the moonlight into the total darkness of the room.

But loving eyes can see you through the dark.

They watch your body deliberately move in the steady slow rhythm of the music up to the bed.

My hand reaches out and let your body gently land against it like it would if you were a songbird landing on my open hand, to sing sweet music into my ear.

But instead of hearing your musicale voice sing, 

I hear the calm beats of your heart, slowly beating inside your chest.

Quiet beats I can hear if you are near or far.

Tenderly I pull you into the bed next to me under cover of red satin sheets, 

Where I anticipate hearing your swallowed screams when my tongue quenches its thirst between your wet cotton soft seems

Screams I will listen to all through the night until the sun has risen high.

And while you hold back your screams, my upper body shall rise because I love to watch

Watch the way your big brown eyes cry.

While your voice inveterately sigh

As our hips gyrate steady slow in a tight circle,

Thrusting the unflexing penile between my thighs

Deep inside the wetness of your hollow

While your hips affectionate gyrations precisely follow

As we make tender love between soft red silky sheets

Until our bodies are exhausted to the point, they fall asleep.

I love waking up to you in the morning.

It is like dipping my hardness into hot coffee, 

With enough volume to fit me like a snug glove

Which happens only to couples who are genuinely in love

You do not have to say you love me.

Because of the way your body emotions make love back to me

Says it all

Desire is my longing thirst.

Lust is my soul hunger.

Passion is my wanting of your undeniable love of me.

Your love is the absolute of it all.

I wake up in the morning to see that you are still lying next to me.

I wake up in the middle of the night to make sure you are not a rotating dream inside my mind.

They say men are incapable of loving any woman this hard.

Only because they have never been in love with a star

A star that beams its love twenty-four-hours a day

A star sent from the heavens just for them, 

Like you were sent, just for me.

1Manview © 2020

It's hump day .... Wet .... Prose poem (revisited)

Mmm...

Wet on the outside,

From being wet on the inside

Now he'll be all night trying to dry my insides,

With a soaking wet tongue

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 Wednesday, regarded as the midpoint of a typical working week. making it the over the hump work day. But sexiest made it a sex day..

Happy Humpday everybody

(C)1ManView

Saturday Seduction: Getting late - Corrected - Revisited

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Saturday Seduction ... Your Birthday ... Erotic Prose poem

Upright, her body straddles his as he laid comfortably on the bed mattress

He could see her affection for him shine in her light brown eyes,

Feel the still air warmed by her smile

The oval shape of her soft breast caught his attention,

His eyes focused on her nipples that were reaching out, begging to be touched

Downward his eyes roamed, surveying the surface of the soft curve of her stomach,

Then glanced at the tautness of her thighs, which instantly enticed his mind

But as her body leaned forward and brushed against his leg, her centered heat received his full attention

Moisture dripped on his leg, telling him her heat needed to be satisfied,

His loins flushed with excitement as his inner sexual arousal started to flow

He felt her fixated eyes following his aroused excitement, as it climbed to new heights,

A smile merged on her face as its length reached further into the air,

Her body felt electrified inside; knowingly, she still had that strong sex appeal on him after years of togetherness.

Her eyes watched his mass girth swell as its length peaked, then stiffen to inflexibility.

She reached out and touched its smooth velvet surface. 

Playfully she pushed the stretched foreskin back, then tenderly rubbed her thumb over his rigid shaft, soft, bulbous face.

His legs stiffen then lightly vibrated as she fore played on his hardness.

As much as she wanted to devour his large mass on the spot by taking it deep inside the moist heat of her mouth, then watch his body severely jerk and twist while surreal sensations ran rampant through it, she resisted.

"What do you want," whispered into the still air?

He smiled, then replied, "All Night."

A giggle eased from her lungs as her mind reflected collectively of all the all-nighters they sexually played. 

The two-word answer made her feel cozy warm inside.

She asked him again in a firmer but still soft whispering voice,

What do you want?

"You" was his answer...

As a broad smile crossed her face, his right-hand reaches out then dip an index fingertip into her moistened heat.

Her head tilted back, while her lips slightly parted, allowing a sigh of anticipation escaped past them.

Her eyes closed then reopened as she tried to refocus her attention to pleasing him, which was almost impossible while his teasing fingertip floated up and down her soaking wet slit.

Baby, it's your Birthday; she replied, "What. Do. You. Want"?

"Slow" was his final answer.

(C) 1ManView

Happy Birthday to me! 😉