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

©1ManView

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

Bringing in the New Year

Five

Four

Three

Two

One...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Toy horns loudly blow,

In rooms full of engaging people,

Church bells constant ringing,

Is heard for miles,

Down quiet country roads,

While the crowded air in the city skies,

Is surrounded by exploding lights and booming loud noises

But our ears hear nothing, 

Our eyes see only each other,

Naked,

In the dark of the room,

As our lips dispatched deep kisses,

Fingertips roam and touch intimate places,

While sex organs thrust and tug on one another,

As we bring in the New Year all alone,

Consummating the intimacy,

Of our love,

In the new of the New Year,

That's coming too...

Happy New year

From

1ManView

1Manview © 12- 30 - 2020

Monday Moaning: Down easy ... Erotic prose poem

Kiss me

Kiss me as if you want me

Kiss me once again

This time tenderly, softly, with that genuine, you love me, sweet-taste, to it.

Kiss me

Kiss my lips gingerly.

Again and again

Please touch me

Touch me lovingly

Stray your fingertips over my flesh that is naked in waiting

Naked so your fingertips can touch every aspect of its texture

Touch every perfection, imperfection of its surface.

Touch me close to my river

Touch its banks gently

With a touch so surreal, it makes my river flow fast and furious.

So furious, it overflows over my swollen banks.

Touch the warmth of my water

Touch its most profound depth, to entice my eyes to cry

My stuttering voice to quietly sigh.

My lungs to prolong an exhale.

While my body lightly shiver from the captivated feelings flowing through my wet river current

 Kiss me again

This time with a kiss so deep, it makes my knees feel weak.

From a love, my mind, body, and soul has always seak.

Pick me up

But not too fast.

Pick my body up as if it is as fragile as crystal glass.

Then take me to the edge of our bed.

Let your mind anticipate yourself between thick curvy legs spread-.

Before you, let me down easy.

Where bodies shall meet and greet

On top of the silky soft bed sheet

That is the same color as the blood that flows in the rhythmic rhythm of my heartbeat.

Please enter me

Fill me slowly, fully

So I shall cum absolutely

Please make love to me like you did the very first time.

That same love that has and will last for the eternity of our life's

Kiss my lips gingerly.

Again and again

Please touch me

Touch me lovingly

Stray your fingertips over my flesh that is naked and in waiting

Flesh that is naked so your fingertips can touch every aspect of its texture

Touch every perfection, imperfection of its surface.

Touch me close to my river

Touch its banks gently

With a touch so surreal, it makes my river flow fast and furious.

So furious, it overflows over my swollen banks.

Touch the warmth of my water

Touch its most profound depth, to entice my eyes to cry

My stuttering voice to quietly sigh.

My lungs to prolong an exhale.

While my body lightly shiver from the captivated feelings flowing through my wet river current

 Kiss me again

This time with a kiss so deep, it makes my knees feel weak.

From love, my mind, body, and soul has always seak.

Pick me up

But not too fast.

Pick my body up as if it is as fragile as crystal glass.

Then take me to the edge of our bed.

Let your mind anticipate yourself between thick curvy legs spread-.

Before you, let me down easy.

Where bodies shall meet and greet

On top of the silky soft bed sheet

That is the same color as the blood that flows in the rhythmic rhythm of my heartbeat.

Please enter me

Fill me slowly, fully

Which always make me cum absolutely

Please make love to me like you did the very first time.

That same love that has and will last for the eternity of our life's.

1Manview © 2020

Hot breakfast

While silent shallow breathes exited her lungs.

Sea-blue eyes glanced up into the morning blue clear sky.

Thoughts of where the summer had gone trace through her mind,

As signs of fall slipping into the landscape were confronting her sight

Untied apron string went unnoticed until she felt his warm breath softly blowing on her neck.

A soft kiss on the nape of her neck enticed goosebumps to flow across her bare arms' flesh.

Docile moan escape past parted lips as firm grasping fingers encased her breast between them as he pulled her tall slim curvy body into his bare chest.

The familiar, rigid membrane throbbing between the deep cleavage of her buttocks was pushing hard against her backside, as a freehand roamed across the front of her bare thigh.

Her voice moaned from the intensely pleasurable sensation when his uncased hardness pressed deeper between her exposed butt cheeks.

Gently he leaned her upper body forward against the kitchen windowsill.

Her lungs audibly gasped as he placed his hardened staff head on the moist opening of her vulva, then plunged it instantly forward.

Her knees gave way as his staff's bulbous head quickly pushed down the center of the soft pink flesh hidden between her thick firm thighs.

Voices moaned in unison as her walls collapse around his deep throbbing shaft, then tugged on its outspread length.

               

Her mind was no longer on the upcoming change of the season.

But on how after ten years of marriage, she still couldn't boil cold water.

Yet she knew how to please her husband breakfast appetite, by serving him a plate full of what she named, hot you-unwrap naked wife espresso topped with all the toppings you can handle.

  

Wishing you a happy Monday Moaning...  

1ManView                       

1Manview © 1999 – 2020

When Can I See U Again - Sensual Song Poem (Pandemic)

"When can my heart-beat again?"
"Does the pain ever end?"

When do the tears from being apart, stop overflowing? 

Long-distance has kept us apart.
Enticing the love inside us, to tremendously grow
However, leaving our lonely hearts needing a jump start
Because our hearts have been so long apart

Missed are the sweet soft kisses planted on wanting lips.
The tight hugs of manly strength
The demeanor that resides inside the being of a gentle soul
The tenderness of agile fingertips roaming the nakedness of feminine, soft flesh

However, the way that things are going so far.
It leaves the sense of mind wondering just how much longer our hearts will have to be loved starved.

"When can I see you again?"
"When can my heart-beat again?"
"When can I see you again?
"And when can I breathe once again?"

"When can I see you?"

They say it should soon be over.
Once again, we shall lay together under the cool shade of the tall trees in the park.
While our nostrils reel in the fresh fragrance of Clemson clover
This lonely heart cannot wait for all of this to be over.
"So, "When can I see you again?"
"When can my heart-beat again."

Loudly we hear what they are saying
But they have left out the words that mean; we should be down on our knees praying
So this mess we are in, should not be overstaying
It does not make any sense
How brilliant minds can be so utterly dense

"When can I see you again?"
"Can my heart-beat again?"
"When can I see you again?"
"And when can I breathe once again?"

"And when can I see you again?"
 So our hearts can fall in love with each other all over again.

 

©1ManView

 

Riding High ... Erotic song poem (Redone)

A Song Poem: is a poem that is written from a song, using a phrase, word or sentence from that song. It must also be written in the melody, rhytmn or spririt of that song... 
Please  push play before you start to read...

Slow soft deep bass pitched from the big black stereo speakers

High soft-pitched guttural moans sound as if it were singing in the background of the soulful music

Deep breaths of air echo off the bedroom walls, as hips dipped and swirled in a unison rhythmic motion

Au  Au  Au "Oh baby, you feel so good in me"

"Deeper baby, deeper"

"Tear it up, tear it up baby", exhaled past parted red-painted lips

A quick change of sexual positions left her thighs straddling over his

Her body slowly lower, letting his harden mass slowly penetrate past the resist of her vulva lips, then ease deep inside her wanting wet womb

His staggering mass slowly fill her small opening to maximum capacity

Lungs gasp whispers of:

"Oh baby, you are so tight"

"Ride me baby... Ride me"

Oh shi … e … e … e ... rode on the deep bass notes floating in the room pungent scent of wedded consensual sex 

Mind staggering sensations rush up her spine as her body reaches up toward the sky

Slow long measured strokes flow slowly - steadily up, then down her womb sensitive walls

As their bodies capture the sheer rapture of sensations bombarding their minds

Its penetrating force reaches so deep inside their bodies, it reach into their very souls

Up... Down

Up... Down

Up... Then Down

Her appealing body "ride high" on top of his rock hard masculinity

Hands reach up

Her curvy body leans forward

The swell of her bosom fall into the crest of his hands, impaling her solid erect nipples into the center of his palms

A firm gentle squeeze corrupt a soft deep moan from her lungs, while she "rides high" on him

Back arch

Womb walls tighten

Squeezed girth of harden flesh is so tight his lungs gasp in euphoric torment

Belly muscles tighten then swing in a soft slow fluid back and forth motion

Making her body dance on top of his like a graceful belly dancer

Deep groan vibrate in his chest as her love dance manipulate his love staff like no other 

The velvet softness of her womb walls rub over the top of the mushroom head of his inflexible shaft, then slowly down to his thick anchoring base like a sailboat sailing over low tide in the moonlight

Surreal sensations run rampage from his loins up his spine, crashing deep into the base of his brain

Masculine hands grip her waist with brute force, as his mind climb the ladder of sexual high

Fingertips hold tight on her buttock, as he cram every ounce of his harden fiber inside her tightening womb

Eyes glance up catching the stare of her eyes fixated on his

Her body ride straight up

Her womb weep profusely on his harden mass

While her firm ample breast bounce in rhythm of her body dance

Smooth long strokes of harden flesh slide in and out her cramped opening

The sides of his massive girth brush against an erect protruding clitoris peeping through its shield

The rhythm of their dance, his manly size, the angle of her position, caused electrified sensations so deep and intense inside her womb, her mind quickly defaulter into a " sexual high"

As his sexual high reach its peak, his eyes no longer see her

They see bright stars that glitter around the moon

They see the hue of the blue sky

Just as they see the brightness of the sun punching through the white clouds of blue skies, his lungs s-c-r-e-a-m "i'm cumin' baby, I'm cumin'

His body snap rigid

His harden mass palpitate with force of urgency, as his loins explode with the force and heat of a megaton napalm bomb

A strangle cry of release grunt from his lungs while the heat of his manly seed ejaculates hard and deep into the heat of her receiving womb

"Oh baby", it's so hot race passed her lips a fractional moment before her body becomes taut, then spasm with deep tremors

Hips flail, womb spasm, as harden flesh penetrates beyond belief

Lava hot sperm mixed with her slippery lubricate, pushes out her hot womb and run down his scrotum flesh spilling on the sheets, puddling into a large circle

Bodies shake and quake, as the after shock of their high of sexual release soars through their extremities

Silence are the cries of passionate sex

Silent is the sound of wet suction and bodies crashing head on into each other 

Absent are the thoughts that run through their minds

Present is the smell of mixed sex juices filtering through their nostrils as lungs breathe deeply

Present is the soft deep bass of the music playing over and over in the background

While bodies lie motionless in a vertical heap of contented flesh 

Whispers of "I love you" quietly whisper into ears as minds realize only true love for another can take you on this kind of "Sexual High " from "Riding High"

When a man, love a woman... Short sensual poem

There are times when there are no words spoken -
When a man loves a woman
And she loves him back

(C)1ManView 

This is not a poem song- I just love this song... 

When a man loves a woman- Originally written and sung by Percy Sledge

Redemption ... Sensual Prose Poem

Warm breath lingers 

On the softness of neck flesh

Tender touch squeeze a nipple tautly

Then firmly squeeze the nakedness of a full breast

Soft flesh lean back against harden flesh

A voice softly gasp

Another slightly sigh

Is it the beginning of passion lust

Or redemption of love for one another?

(C)1ManView

Image from SEXART

Happy New Year

You don't need a big clock to count down to twelve

You don't need Fireworks lighting up the dark sky

You don't need a room full of people partying and blowing loud horns

All you need is a dark room

A roaring fireplace

And that someone you love with all your heart

To bring in the New Year with a bang

Happy New Year...

(C)1ManView

Erect clit... Monday moaning .... Erotic poetry

Trembling thighs

Are gently pried

Open wide

Fingertips 

Gently dip

Inside moist swollen lips

Head slide

Between firm thighs

Causes a anticipated sigh 

Moisten lips

Softly sip

On pink erect clit

Hips gently buck

As lips lightly suck

While surreal sensations run a muck

Monday moan

Becomes full blown

As lips suckle, on her erect pink throne

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