Monday, November 2, 2020

Rhythm of love making : Erotic prose poem- Revised-Corrected

Heartbeats

Beat

Tranquil slow

Lips deep embrace that is softer than cotton candy on a hot summer day

Taste more 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 ample 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 submerges into soft.
Hips gyrate in a passive motion of up and down.
Where sheer energy is not dissipated

Perspiration sweat clings to smooth soft flesh.
While colliding hips deeply mesh
Their swallowed quiet moans go unheard.
As eyes, clear vision becomes wet and blurred.

Unhurried body motions are not wasted.
Lungs inhale is not hasted.
While their slow lovemaking becomes intoxicated

Hips deeply roll
Electrified sensation troll
Over and through their bodies extremities


Deep soft kisses entice bodies to slightly- tremble.
Lips to dribble
While bodies shiver from the delicate touch of fingertips - that is nimble.

Whispers of love strum through the air
As minds drift in a world of undeniable love flair

As if in slow motion,
Manly hips thrust harder, intensely.
Causing, her pleasure-pain immensely.
The pressure inside his loins to grow furiously
Pushing his orgasm to the brink of Cuming tremendously

His body quakes
His existing world shakes.
Her voice screams, "Oh, Gud."
As the heat of his offering fills the void between the center core of her thighs - completely.

The heat of his ejaculated offering entices her body to shudder.
Her continuous lewd voice to stutter.
Her quick heartbeats to flutter
All in the Rapturous Rhythm "Of"
Lovemaking.

1Manview © 2020

7 comments:

  1. Tanto tus letras como imágenes van al compás ...como debe ser. Un abrazo.

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  2. Uhmmm excitante entrada, amigo, todo un placer estar aquí.

    Besos.

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  3. His juice is the best produce of lovemaking.
    Her moan is the best rhythm of the world.

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  4. The more I read it, the more I want it, slurp!

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  5. Thank you- and ai will do that. I hope you stop in and leave a comment now and then...

    peace and love
    1ManView

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  6. Wooo ardientes instantes y encendidas tus letras. Besos

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