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Saturday, December 31, 2022
Sunday, December 25, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You - (12) Spoken Heart - Love Letter
Saturday, December 24, 2022
Tweleve Days Of Loving You - (11) The weakness in me -Prose poem
Twelev Days Of loving you - (!0) I Didn't
I did not ask to fall in love with you
I did try my best to keep my heart at bay
But being with you calmed the beast residing inside my soul
Kissing your lips, quiet the evil thoughts that ran rampage inside my mind
Talking to you always left me intrigued
Getting to know you led me to see a person with a pure heart
And when you gave it all to me without reservation
I fell utterly in love with you
Twelve Day Of Loving You - Love Stance (9) Pose poem
My favorite position has no sexual intentions.
No ties, no ropes, no blindfolds, just eternal love that's pure and true
A position as simple as standing before you and watching the stare of your light brown eyes melt my heart
While giving me the feeling nothing will keep us apart.
A position of patients waiting for your smile that brightens up the room
Your charm, your innocence, your grace, and all the mental part of you too
Your laugh that's so genuine, the position of joy it brings to my heart.
The sway in your hips that-make my heart skip a beat
Holding you tight at night or keeping the memory of you in my mind
The position of your heart that makes you so gentle and kind
While the position of one's self is just right to smell the essence of you
Our love stance can be in the position of a soft embrace as we watch the brightest of the sun give way to a full moon.
Or the graceful embrace of passion that keeps our souls in a position of being fresh and new
Might it be the positions of holding hands, lips embrace, or a gentle nudge of a nose against the flesh of a cheek
Whatever position we start in will always end in the position of love.
PJ
Friday, December 23, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You - (8) - One love -Thought Poem
True love is
AT the right moment,
The correct place,
For two people
To share
A simple glance
An attentive thought
A caring touch
An intimate embrace
The softness of a good night kiss
That's preceded by,
Giving
All the love and desire in your heart
The deepest thoughts inside your mind
The enigmas in the depths of your soul
Which brings two individuals together
To share all the eternal love inside their being.
That will unite them as one.
On every awakening day
For me - You are - MY true love
PJ
(c)1ManView
Tuesday, December 20, 2022
Monday, December 19, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You - (6) In the moment - Sensual poem
Sunday, December 18, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You - (5) Open Arms - Repetitive Poem
Here I stand
Naked, with open arms
Open arms for all to see.
I have nothing to hide,
My arms are open wide for you,
To see all the love I have to give.
Here I stand
Naked, with open arms
Surrendering all my love
My will,
The essence of my being
All to you
Here I stand
Naked, with open arms
Surrendering all of me to you
For you to do with as you please.
Here I stand
Naked, with open arms
For you,
To have,
To embrace
Here I stand
Naked, with open arms
In plain sight.
Naked with nothing to hide,
Waiting for your loving touch,
To tenderly caress the naked flesh that wraps around me.
Here I stand
With open arms
To receive your soft kisses-
To caress my senses,
Your whispers of love-
To caress my mind.
Your love-
To caress the abyss of my soul.
The being of you-
To utilize the being of me.
Here I stand
Naked, with open arms,
Waiting for you to take me to complete -
the man I wish to be,
While making this one-man whole,
With your voluminous love
Here I stand
Naked, with open arms
Hoping you will see-
What your precious love means to me
Here I stand,
Naked, with open arms
With all the love I have to give between them,
All you have to do is step into my arms waiting embrace.
And let my love envelop you,
Bringing closure to us.
PJ
© 1ManView
Saturday, December 17, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You - (4) Devotion - Clerihew poem
Knowing that you are always going to stay
Watching you breathe in the fresh summer air
Hoping that love this time is going to be fair
Because, before, my heart was in despair
Given to one who did not even care
Then came your love that was so big and true.
Making my heartbeat once again like new
Like a gift from heaven, you were bestowed.
Making my heartbeat forever steady and slow
You have given me a love as I have never had before
Finally, setting my restless soul free so that it can soar
PJ
© Miss Terry ©1ManView
Friday, December 16, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You - (3) Faithully yours letter
While first light sun beams run head-on into the midnight sky
I sit in our bedroom in the darkness of a corner, my mind full of thoughts of you, and I
Thoughts about how did we get to this measure of life?
How did our love grow with all the woes that came with this life?
With all the misery that came with living with the death of friends and loved ones?
How did we get past the loneliness that dwells inside us as we lay together, with the despair of life in our hearts?
Despair that will conquer your soul to the point that you either live or die.
Despair that only your faith in love can conquer.
My eyes look to the left and see the beauty of you peacefully sleeping
And I remember when I wanted to walk out on you and not look back.
But as much as I disliked you at that point in my life, the love that still dwelled in my heart for you told me to stay and give it another try.
They say love conquers all. But that is a lie. Your faith in love conquers the pain, the demons, and the miseries life bares down on you. Because without faith, love would be a forgotten word. Without faith, you would have a redundant hole in your heart to live with forever.
As I sit here listening to the quietness while looking at the beautifulness’ of the seemingly endless changing sky, that is what I see and hear as my eyes watch you sleep in the darkness of the room.
I learned how to fall in love with you again with my faith in love.
And that is why I sit here quietly tonight.
Watching you while being faithfully in love with you.
©1ManView
Thursday, December 15, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You - (2) Made to love you - Thought Letter
Monday, December 12, 2022
Twelve Days Of Loving You (1) - My thoughts and poems for LC - "Absolute"
I have been away too long. My spouse is doing better but has a long way to go. I can only keep up one blog, so I shall post the same material on both blogs until I can do both again Thank you for dropping by. 1ManView
Absolute - Poem letter
I do not want to be married to someone whom I can live with
I need to be married to someone I cannot live without
And that someone is you
My love for you is absolute.
PJ
©1ManView
Friday, August 12, 2022
Satruday Night Seduction_ Lonely Bed - Erotic prose poem
A lethargic, quiet walk took him from a dark empty bedroom to the dim-lit living room.
She lay with pussy lying between her legs on the couch, retaining warmth.
He gestured his hand and pussy; the cat cruised quickly across the room.
He facilitates his body between the center of her compacted, creamy thighs.
Startled to awakening to his weight made her body abruptly jerk.
His eyes pierced deep into hers while his left hand swiftly sheathed her mouth to keep her voice silent as he used his right hand to push her pink panties to one side.
Her body does not resist nor permit him to keep going.
He lay the throbbing head of his hardened affliction on the opening of the aperture between her thighs thickness.
He was surprised to find her sacred space moist enough to aid its penetration.
A sobering moan resided on his hand as his unyielding affliction slowly descended into the epicenter of her aperture moist-soft walls,
Her back profoundly arched inward as his rigid size forced her intimate space wider as his thick chocolate shaft slowly plunged into its darkest depths.
He smiles knowingly; love made it easier for her to forgive someone who acted like an authentic swine, as he accomplished earlier.
Monday, May 30, 2022
Sunday, April 17, 2022
Friday, April 1, 2022
Saturday Seduction: Consented__ Erotic prose poem
Legs widen, soft flesh lowers, then delays.
A whisper of a moan drifts into the air as the softness of swollen folds slowly part.
Her body continuation to lower starts again.
As her body lowers, the tautness of her soft pink walls caresses the girth of his rigid manhood as manly hips gently thrust upward.
Lungs expand but do not fill as indescribable sensations spiral rampantly through their lions.
Heartbeats become rapid as the desire of the flesh takes control of the mind, while voices become silent while their bodies prepare to make harmonizing music together.
His length disappears deep into the dark abyss of her womb, pushing her pink flesh open wider, broader as it slowly soars on its upward flight.
Short breaths of air burst past their lips as their hips move in a synchronized movement.
Rough fingertips dig deep into soft bare flesh as his length rises and falls inside her domain.
Breast rubs against chest; sweat rubs against sweat as hips softly collide head-on.
The deeper his inflexible stature ease into her domain, the higher her voice whispers his name in his ear as their minds are bath in sexual bliss.
The moon smiles at them through the window. But before their dance of desire ends, the sun will be smiling upon them too.
©1ManView
Thursday, March 3, 2022
Flame - Sensual Repetitive poem
A Flame has been stirred profoundly within me from the docile touch of a lone fingertip.
A flame that once was a hint of smoldering ashes residing inside my loins
A flame that has grown to epic proportions
A flame that has ignited all the passion I have
to disseminate from me to you
A flame that has grown five times hotter than desire itself
A flame that has ashes burning red hot in the
center void between my thighs
A flame that needs to be distinguished
immediately by your hard lustful touch and the wet white substance of thick
creamy liqueur that awaits to be liberated from the hidden culdesac residing
inside the immense manhood depending between your manly thighs
©1ManView
Monday, February 28, 2022
Reasons - Repetitive sensual poem
Why is it when you look at me a certain way our lips find themselves in a soft, tender kiss?
Why does my body react to a single fingertip soft touch of yours? An indication that can make me docile and quiet or elated in a matter of seconds
Why is embracing you tight in my arms so spontaneous at times it feels like an addiction?
Why is it when I sneak up behind you and lay a kiss on the back of your neck to witness your body reactions, which are still pretty much identical as the very first time? Yet still, a trill after all the years we have existed together?
I believe the only explanation for the whys is that I'm still deeply in love with the body, mind, and soul of you.
Happy Birthday LC
(C) 1ManView
Sunday, February 20, 2022
Perennial - Short Erotic Prose poem
Friday, February 11, 2022
Saturday seduction: Love awaken - Sensuous Prose poem
With an unclothed body, I gingerly ease into the bed under the softness of a cotton sheet. Once settled, my mind anticipates how my spouse will awaken me when he returns home from his late hours at work.
My fast-paced mind comes to a jog as I lay in the darkroom illuminated by rays of the moonlight. Moments later, heartbeats become slower, my eyes close, leading my mind to the quiet darkness of sleep.
I do not wake up to the feel of a soft cotton sheet gradually easing down my naked body. Or the cool air that circulated my body a moment later.
I do not wake up to the docile touch of fingers delineating the roundness of my firm middle age breast with wide nipples that reach out to meet his alluring touch.
I do not wake up to a single finger tracing the long smooth scar that runs horizontally across the lower center of my stomach flesh. That a surgeon had to cut open to give birth to our only child. A small sacrifice to bring new life to this world and unparalleled happiness to our lives
A dormant sigh slips past my lips as his shoulders slowly ease between my legs, then slide up between the thickness of my thighs.
I do not wake up to the fingertip tracing my vulva outer lips. But when the warm tongue tip of my spouse slowly moved elusory into my vulva slit opening, burning electrified sensations coursed into my mindset, enticing my big caramel eyes to open slowly.
Inflated lungs gasped while my body tensed from the erotic pleasure surges flushing through my womb walls, then rushed into my loins. Moments later, I heard a familiar voice softly moaning while my thigh muscles shivered as the length of a tongue slowly slithered into the warm moisture of my sexual canal.
Blue cotton sheet crumbled in the grasp of my fist tight embrace as surreal sensations held my body captive.
Open wide eyes watch the top of his head weave up and down in the rhythm of wanting rotating hips. As his tongue tip slash and dash over every square inch of my delicate sexual space, my whispering voice calls out his name.
His tongue slithers into the wetness of my womb walls, then pulls out,
It darts back in, then pulls out as it explores for my most sensitive spots. Once it uncovers a sensitive area, it attacks it with vigorous, direct hard lashes. My spouse's undeleting tongue strikes bring my body close to release, but suddenly he slacks his attack that places my body in a holding pattern. Just as my breath catches up with my lungs' that is deep searching for air to breathe, his body quickly glides between my legs.
Half groan, half moan reverberate in my throat as his manly pride enters the sanctuary of my sexual throne. The phenomenal feeling of first penetration and my womb walls stretching as his rigid penile pushed its way down the smooth wet corridor of my sanctuary caused my eyes to water from the wonderous feeling of it. Once satisfied with the depth of his hard substance inside my womb, his hips gyrate vigorously.
Passion lust thrust slams my body deep into the bed mattress on each profound rotation of his hips, compelling my body to bounce up and down on the bed like a Child's rag doll. My voice grovels as it begs him not to stop his assault as I feel my release reaching for the light of departure from the dark depths of my sexual soul.
Each rotation of his hips brings me closer to closure.
Closer to orgasmic pleasure
Closer to the realization that it is not his rigid manly size that has captured the sexuality of my being
It is not the mastery of his prowess that embellishes the passion and lust I have for him.
It is not his superiority of lovemaking that has me begging for continuous. Nor the firm tug of my pink intention. That is always ready for his penile entrance. And surely not the soft curves of my very average human flesh.
It is not the sweetness of my lips embrace that lingers on his.
It is not the deep thrust he puts in every rotation of his hips gyrations.
It is the love he has for my mind, intellect, and creativity
It is the love he has for the character of my being, the giving ways of my heart
It is for love I have for him that overflows my heart in such abundance
Its overflow fills the depths of my soul completely
It is the purity of the love he gives to me that has captured my body, my heart, and soul. Which is the only love that can awaken me from my dream of him.
But foremost, it is the way he shows his love of my good, my bad, and my ugly every minute of every day. A love that heightens our lovemaking to the optimate level and amplifies everything in the life both of us shall share for an eternity.
©1ManView