Honey Dip - Erotic Prose poetry

             Tongue 

       Lackadaisically ease over my stomach flesh 

Tasting its bare essence 

My womanly fragrance spills into his nostrils 

Teasing his brain with its infatuating scent 

His tongue slowly spirals downward, 

Over the thin fabric that keeps his tongue from tasting the full robust flavor of my vulva's inner layer 

Legs raise. 

My womanly musk grows stronger, 

As his tongue eased between my legs across the soft lacy fabric covering my folds 

My body twinges and jerks as his tongue tease the surface of my folds with its heat and sliding motion. 

My mouth opened wide when the imprint of my folds was inhaled into the moist heat of his mouth. 

Leaving my mind a visual of the coming proceedings.

Stiffen tongue pushes aside pink fabric. 

Then lick the moistened offering in front of it. 

As the taste of my haven flavor eased down his throat, 

A quiet moan disturbs the quietness that surrounds us. 

Breath inhale 

Then exhaled in a short burst, 

As his tongue parts my folds and slides slowly down its length 

Legs weaken. 

My body leans back, searching for the support of a nearby wall. 

My fingertips intertwine into his hair as surreal sensations reel through my womb's sensitive layer of pink flesh. 

My quiet screams fall on deaf ears

 

 

©1ManView

Tweleve Days Of Loving You - (11) The weakness in me -Prose poem

From the day I was a man born, 

It was instilled into me to be a man strong:

Strong in mind,

Strong in the arms,

Strong-shouldered to carry life burdens,

Strong-willed to be all I could be in my lifetime

Then came you

A woman who made me see the light in the dark,

Darkness in the bright of the sun,

Feel the coolness in the hot summer breeze,

Feel the heat on the coldest of dark nights

You have become the woman who made me weak:

Weak in my mind thoughts,

Weak in my heart

You make me laugh when I don't want to,

You make me reflect on the good in my life while letting go of the bad,

You helped me learn patients when I no longer have none, 

You taught me to forget while forgiving those who trespass against me

You are genuinely the weakness in me,

A weakness I call by name,

 Love 

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Twelve Days Of Loving You - (4) Devotion - Clerihew poem

Standing beside you in the warmth of the day

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

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. 

PJ

©1ManView

Perennial - Short Erotic Prose poem

Lips clasp tightly 

Breath withheld 

Lips taste-

Kiss of passion 

While fingertips touch moist sexes 

When woven bodies embrace tightly 

Felt was his essence 

Touching my soul 

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Ejection of a erection - Naughty erotic poem

Soft lips

That covers smooth velvet-soft flesh

Comprises his rigid sex erection

Gradually ease in an up and down direction

Soft draw

Causes her cheeks to hollow

His throat to swallow

His chest to slowly rise

His voice release a moan like-cry

While the warmth of her body straddles tightly between his muscular thighs

Legs quivers

Thighs shiver

Breath draw than hitch

As her head take an ultra-slow, deep dip

Slowly

In

Then out

In

Then out

His shaft slip

Between the firm tight grip

Of her soft suckling lips

While her head repeatedly dip

Deeper

Steeper

Down the hard swell of his sex girth

Big brown eyes try to watch the hard surface of his sex

Slide in and out the moist heat of her mouth

But observing the visual stimulation

At the same time, feeling the sharp bursting sensations-

Swirling, twirling inside his groin,

While building orgasmic pressure in his loins

Became too much for his soul to bear

Eyes close

Lips part

While deep breaths elude his lungs quick draw,

As her lips, deep sucking pulls on his shaft flesh like a steel claw

That leaves his nervous system in contemptuous awe

His sex head tip red in raw

While leaving his body powerless

From her ultra-slow fellatio prowess 

Sensations of your hard wet sex

Sliding quickly past her lips taut grip

While my hand squeeze tight around your sex full sac

Causes your head to tilt back suddenly

Your loud, deep breathing becomes entirely incorrect

Hot white sperm ejection

Expels from your sex rigid erection

Deep Into my throat collection

Of your white satisfaction

©1ManView

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

©1ManView

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.

©1Manview

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.

©1ManView

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)

©1ManView