Saturday seduction: Imprinted - Intimate Prose poem

The soft tip of fingertips

Trace the curvaceous arches of my flesh

Tracing all its perfections

All its imperfections

While leaving an imprint

For phantasmagoric sensations to follow

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Monday Moaning: Morning brew

 The 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 body 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 stir

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 goosebumps 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.

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Slowly - Sensual Song poem

A song-poem is a poem written in a preferred form of poetry, from a chosen song. It must use a phrase, sentence, or directive word from that song. It must be written in the melody, rhythm, and dictated spirit of that song...

Slowly, 

Gently,

His lips tenderly brisk past my cheek,

As he slowly, deeply, inhaled the scented essence of me

 

 

Lips slowly embrace with a moist, soft kiss,

It was long and tasted as if his lips had been sweet honey-dipped, 

Then he slowly laid me down on warm silky white satin sheets,

That covered our big brass bed,

Through the gaze of his eyes, he slowly undressed me. 

Buttons on my blouse, long fingertips did reach,

Then slowly, and gently breached,

Exposing the firm frontal round flesh of me

Fabric that covered my body whole,

Slowly fell to the plush carpeted floor,

He slowly pulled my soaking wet panties down,

Leaving me naked for only his eyes to see,

He slowly undressed and became butt naked like me.

Slowly, his touch, 

Touched me,

A gentle touch that was so docile, 

It makes me feel like a beauty queen in a mountainous white castle,

My soul felt the release of tranquil calm,

That made all my insides feel heavenly warm,

Showing me why our love had survived all life's unpropitious storms

My mind quit counting the sacred places his slow, soft-touch had touched me,

As my body relaxed like a piece of driftwood, bathing in the warmth of the morning sun while floating in calm waves of the vast blue sea

Soft, slow kisses between my swollen folds made my body slowly tremble, with exquisite waves of pure ecstasy,

Which made my mind no longer ponder, if he had remembered,

How to completely fulfill me

His delicate, slow lingering licks, made my heart skip between beats,

While making my inner seems heavily leak,

As his hardness slowly fell deep inside me,

My thunderous inner storm slowly rained all over him,

His lovemaking felt so darn good,

The bright moonlight had become dim,

As he slowly made sweet love to me

It's been near an hour every-since he was inside me,

Slowly thrusting deep, inside my pink sea,

Slowly bringing up my sexual essence, 

That I held on tight like it was my first ever Christmas present

Slowly my back arched then bowed,

As the first of my orgasmic sexual releases flowed,

He slowly made me creme until I just could not creme anymore,

Reasons why my mind, body, and soul adored,

The expectancy of his prowess, of making sweet slow love to me

As I felt his palpitations increase,

I could not wait for him to ejaculate deep inside of me,

Fill my seems with his white creamy hot cream,

But he just kept slowly, making sweet love to me.

He slowly made love to me until my face glowed,

Then with a deep graveling moan, he released inside me until my pink walls overflowed,

Staining, my new white satin sheets,

With the mixture of hot fluids of him, and me

Bodies dripping wet, in each other arms,

Subdue sleep covered me like a magical charm.

As my eyes slowly closed, a beam of hope eased slowly through me,

Hoping I would wake up to him, making slow sweet love, to me.

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Feel like love _ Sensual Prose poem

 

Strength of manly arms gingerly surround me

They squeeze my body   precisely

Steadily

Firmly

With the feel of no escape

But yet, with a tender touch

My voice sigh

My knees feel weak

The sensations of feeling giddy:

Feeling secured  -

Feeling alive -

Feeling loved -

Bombard my mind

My body 

The eternity - of my soul

Blouse opened - Removed

Pants unzipped - Taken off

Naked body exposed to his eyes

Body lifted than gingerly laid down on a mattress

Sensations of a moist kiss linger on my neck

Track across my shoulder-blade 

Wonder down as it seeks the fruit of my breast

The rise of a tender nipple

Then travel down the smooth path of my stomach

In search for the pungent sweet nectar of my womanhood

That I only give to him 

The man of my dreams

The man who holds my love in the palm of his hand

My husband

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Night before last -Sensual Repetition poem

 

I woke up last night

            With my head between your breast, and listened to your heart

            Slow, soft rhythmic beat of forever giving

 I woke up last night

             While my eyes, mind, and soul watched you quietly Sleep

I woke up last night

              And tenderly trace the softness of your facial features                                             With the tip of an index finger          

I woke up last night

              And touched the soft-firmness of your exposed breast

I woke up last night

              And kissed the sweetness of your satin smooth lips

I woke up last night

             And my body became full of passion from being near

             To your presence

I woke up last night

             And fell hard into the stormy divine between your thighs

I woke up last night

             And made passionate love to the very soul of you                                                  

 I woke up last night

             And fell in love with you all over again

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Repetition Poem: 
Repetition of a sound, syllable, word, phrase, line, stanza, or metrical pattern in a poem

Full bloom - Prose poem

With your eyes gazing into mine, my eyes watched a single tear trace down the soft flesh of your cheek.

My heart felt crushed because I thought I had done something to upset you.

Urgently you walked up to me and say thank you, then jumped up on your tip-toes and deeply embrace your lips against mine.

As I held you in my arms still watching the tear clinging to your cheek, I asked, thank you for what?

Your reply, for always loving me regardless of what we go through.

Before I could reply, you wiped a tear that was tracking down my cheek.

 

(We should always be grateful for the person God has chosen us to love)

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Saturday seduction: Lazy day - Erotica in prose

Please excuse the presentation of this post. I have been fighting to post my writings for three weeks as of today. The lines and images end up where they want to go. I finally got this one close to how I wanted it to be. I did not want to miss two straight weeks of not posting my Saturday seduction series. 1ManView 

Sweet fragrance of Jasmine greeted me at the entrance of the room.

My eyes scanned the room side to side, but I did not see "the who" was behind it,

The smell grew stronger as I approached a couch in the living room from behind.

As my steps became closer, I could see a light trail of steaming vapors escalating into the air, I knew I would find my sweet little lady not far.

Footsteps became slower, softer, as I eased quietly up to the back of the couch,

Once I was close enough, I leaned over cautiously and peeped downward.

There she was, laying down on the couch, her teacup on the coffee stand, her hands resting between the crotch of her legs,                                                                                               

Her eyes were closed, a book was nearby, which meant she was taking a break from it all.

It was high noon, and she still had not gotten dressed for the day. 

She was still wearing her night top and panties, and no breakfast awaiting me, 

It was the start of a lazy Saturday, as she called them.

I stood there for an instant, watching her enjoy her moment while I eyed the symmetrical curves of her bosom softly moving up and down, rekindling the visual of her small firm breast covered with soft pillow flesh hidden under her top.

"Hello," I whispered,                                                                            

That I am happy to see you smile crossed her face was not there,  

But a wave of an index finger gave me the recognition that I was standing nearby. 

Not to disturb her Karma, I whispered, no hello?                             

Her light caramel eyes open, then rolled as if I was annoying her.    

She reached over and grabbed the teacup off the coffee table and took a defiance sip of her hot brew.

At first, I stood there in silence in disbelieve she was sitting there in complete defiance of my presence,                                                       

But then, as my eyes scanned her body, other things entered my mind.

Other things, like the shapely curves of her legs, the firmness of her slim thighs, the smoothness of her stomach that was flat as a desert trail after a windstorm

After she took another quick sip of her tea, she quickly put the too hot brew back down on the table.                                                

After still not giving me any recognition, she laid back on the couch and took a deep lung cleansing breath, then closed her eyes.

Quietly I took the Jasmine tea off the table and loudly sipped on it.

A smirk crosses her face, knowingly what I was doing, but she refused to open her eyes and acknowledge my presence.

After a few more small sips of her tea, I realized she knew that it was probably still too hot for me to drink it down quickly, but the hot cup was making my hands warm and toasty.                                           

As I stood there holding the hot tea in both hands while yearning for what was in front of me, a devilish notion entered my mind.

While holding the cup in my left hand, I leaned over the couch's top and started to unfasten her top.                                                              

Again, she would not open her eyes.                                                

But she did start to emit stop annoying me sounds past her pouty lips.

After exposing her round, creamy breasts, I put the cup of tea into my right hand, then laid the warmth of my left hand on the bareness of her soft breast flesh.

A loud gasp escaped past her lips as the heat from my hand seeped into her breast flesh.

Her body twisted, trying to spin away, but I tighten my grip on her firm orbicular breast, securing her in place. 

Her eyes opened wide as she looked up and saw me smiling a moment before I drank her piping hot tea down in one steady gulp.

How did you?                                                                                       

Are you ok, she aspirated?

I just smiled while putting the teacup down, then reached over the top of the couch and started to knead her breasts profoundly.              

She quickly forgot about me downing the steaming hot tea and silently moaned as the deep massage of my hands meshed with the heat that had already radiated into her breasts flesh.                            

Her eyes closed once again as her body reposed in the soothing sensations of my fingertips deeply massaging her firm oval breasts.

Then deeply groaned when I started to knead their sides like a baker kneading sourdough bread.                                                        

Sighing voice precedes the arching of her back as my fingertips swirled around towering nipples.                                                  

After quickly wetting a single fingertip, I slowly swirled it on the tip of her left nipple.

Short shapely legs twitched with each rotation of my finger on the rise of its sensitive top.                                                                          

When my fingers harshly tugged on the sides of her lush nipples, her body writhed, her hand slid between her legs in a motion of touching oneself.                                                                                               Slowly my right hand eased down the flat surface of her stomach. 

They gingerly moved under her red panties elastic band and slid down to her slippery home base.                                                       

As my fingers slid up and down her swollen wet lobes, my index finger slid in the center of her wet, slippery vulva lips slit                  

When my index finger circled her clitoris, I felt her right hand caressing my arm, coasting my actions further.

Again, my fingers tenderly slid down her vulva slit to its home base opening.

 Back up, back down, back up, then gingerly swirl around her erect clitoris. Back down her lubricated lips, probe her sex opening, spread its lips, then ease back up and circle her sensitive clitoris once again.

Light caramel eyes are tightly closed while her body squirmed while pushing into my fingertips as they manipulated her body closer and closer to the achievement of reaching a climaxing ending.

Smooth back arch, soft breath becomes ragged as my fingers smoothly eased up and down her slick vulva face.                            

When my index finger thrust deep into her home base opening, womanly hips lift high off the couch cushion and gradually gyrated her wetness on it.                                                                                  

A deep audible moan rushed past parted lips when I inserted a second finger into her vulva opening. 

When I squeezed a third finger into the taut pink canal, curvy hips bucked up into my hand in a steady rhythm as both of her hands held my hand tight against her hot, swollen sex.

Pouty lips opened wide, aspirating lungs audibly gasp when my fingers curl and tightly rolled inside her wetness, surging the tip of my fingers over her walls' most sensitive spot.                          

Curvaceous hips steady deep gyrations became shaky and hesitant,   

High pitch voice gasped loudly as her body whirl harder on my long fingers    

A loud gasp is followed by silence as shapely body intensely shivered in climaxing release.

Quivers eased through her body as it undulated to the rhythm of my fingertips.

Once the climaxing release has passed, her body becomes limp. 

Her hands became dormant at her side.

A deep, shaky sigh emerged from the essence of her body as it laid still in a heap.

Large light caramel eyes opened not only to find a cup of hot Jasmine tea steaming on the coffee table,                                      

But also, the removal of my annoying presence.  

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