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Showing posts with label 1ManView erotic poetry blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1ManView erotic poetry blog. Show all posts

Friday, October 16, 2020

Saturday Seduction ... Your Birthday ... Erotic Prose poem

Upright, her body straddles his as he laid comfortably on the bed mattress

He could see her affection for him shine in her light brown eyes,


Feel the still air warmed by her smile


The oval shape of her soft breast caught his attention,


His eyes focused on her nipples that were reaching out, begging to be touched


Downward his eyes roamed, surveying the surface of the soft curve of her stomach,


Then glanced at the tautness of her thighs, which instantly enticed his mind


But as her body leaned forward and brushed against his leg, her centered heat received his full attention


Moisture dripped on his leg, telling him her heat needed to be satisfied,


His loins flushed with excitement as his inner sexual arousal started to flow


He felt her fixated eyes following his aroused excitement, as it climbed to new heights,


A smile merged on her face as its length reached further into the air,


Her body felt electrified inside; knowingly, she still had that strong sex appeal on him after years of togetherness.


Her eyes watched his mass girth swell as its length peaked, then stiffen to inflexibility.


She reached out and touched its smooth velvet surface. 


Playfully she pushed the stretched foreskin back, then tenderly rubbed her thumb over his rigid shaft, soft, bulbous face.


His legs stiffen then lightly vibrated as she fore played on his hardness.


As much as she wanted to devour his large mass on the spot by taking it deep inside the moist heat of her mouth, then watch his body severely jerk and twist while surreal sensations ran rampant through it, she resisted.


"What do you want," whispered into the still air?


He smiled, then replied, "All Night."


A giggle eased from her lungs as her mind reflected collectively of all the all-nighters they sexually played. 


The two-word answer made her feel cozy warm inside.


She asked him again in a firmer but still soft whispering voice,


What do you want?


"You" was his answer...


As a broad smile crossed her face, his right-hand reaches out then dip an index fingertip into her moistened heat.


Her head tilted back, while her lips slightly parted, allowing a sigh of anticipation escaped past them.


Her eyes closed then reopened as she tried to refocus her attention to pleasing him, which was almost impossible while his teasing fingertip floated up and down her soaking wet slit.

Baby, it's your Birthday; she replied, "What. Do. You. Want"?


"Slow" was his final answer.



(C) 1ManView

Happy Birthday to me! 😉



Tuesday, March 31, 2020

I come in peace ...Erotic Prose peom (redoen)


I came to you in peace

You pursued my will

Until I gave in

As you asked, I thrust into your dark pink spear, with tender caresses

You repaid me by calling me naughty-filthy names

Than flipped me over and sucked all of me between soft pouted lips that gripped my velvet soft flesh with taut brut force

Hid me in the dark moistened heat in the center of your mouth

Then did to me as you willed


Stroked me into a conscious of pure ecstasy

Chocked me into unconsciousness

Then stole my thick tangy-sweet substance of white

When I regain consciousness

You had the audacity to ask me

 If I wanted you to do it to me

Once again...


(C) 1ManViiew

Monday, March 16, 2020

Monday Moaning poem... "Moan" .... Erotic Acrostic poem















Murmur
O  of 
A  An appreciative
N  naughtiness




An acrostic is a poem (or another form of writing) in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word, message or the alphabet. 
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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Monday Moaning... Let it rain ... Erotic prose poem

The sound of twisting black thunder clouds
Immensely pouring down hard spiraling rain drops
Is totally drowned out by the deep guttural moans
That's leaving my throat
As your thick elongated shaft
Thrust deep into the sobbing wet, pink ravine betwixt my thighs


(C)1ManView

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Monday Moaning: Coffee n Cream ... Prose poem

Dark horizon
Hide the bright acquisition of a sunny sky
As the calm of a quiet storm slowly come our way

Sexual sarcasm
Leads to morning sexual playfulness

Spent voice suddenly plea
Don't let me go
Make me come:
As mock sexual play turns to urgent need

Dark shadows hide the silky curves of her soft flesh skeleton
While the crack of dawn, hide behind the darkness of the coming storm
Wind howl seems far away in the distance
As her streaming cries drown out the approaching quiet storm warnings


Arbitrary
Visionary
Missionary
Give up her sweet pink cherry
As his buttocks hump up and down as if they had the wings of a fairy
Thrusting his ample sample
Up and down the darkness of her fiduciary

Deeper
Steeper
He buries his hard righteousness inside her tight blanketing comfort
Slow lethargic strokes
Slowly seduce her sexual need
While thick creamy thighs spread wider to satisfy her budding greed
Of needing to feel his fiery hot seed
Spew feed
Deep into her hot trust 

Back hump
Hips bump
Butt crack deepens
Orgasmic will weaken

Not heard is the storm forceful coming
That rattles the house rafters
As his inner storm come hard inside the comforting blanket of her pink sanctuary
So hard, it rattles the frame of the bed 
Chasing away the blues
Of another Monday morning
With amatory sounds of:
"Monday moaning"...

(C) 1ManView

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Bottoms up (Spank poem)



First came the roaring thunder
Suddenly, lightning struck
Setting fire to everything it touched  
Last came the crying rain
That brought peace and tranquil to the land:
One thing I have learned about a thunderstorm
Lighting can strike the exact spot, more than twice

(C) 1ManView

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Wensday is head day ... Just for me... (redone) Prose poem




Soft, yet firm wrap of slender feminine fingers
Captured the rapture of my hard pulsating cock

As her fisted fingers stroke its length slowly, tenderly
Electrified sensations bring its length to wholeness
Its girth to a fullness

Fingers grip become firmer
Their Rhythmic stroke, strokes smooth and steadily
While my scrotum is firmly squeezed by her other hand

Tip of swirling tongue tease the smooth mushroom head of my hard distended membrane
It swirls on my cock head sensitive ridge
Up and down its hard elongated flesh
When pouting lips encircle the swell of my rigid flesh:
Inhale was my breath
Quivering vibrations shook my legs
Shear sensations projected through my loins catapulted up my spine
My voice audibly moaned in overwhelming pleasure

Heartbeats urgently fluttered in my chest from the sharp piercing sensations projecting through my loins
Soon my manly voice became numb in silence from the unbearable pleasure-pain fluctuating through my extremities

As bobbing head gestures slowly undulated over the extended length of my hard swollen cock
Full wet lips ease over the soft velvet flesh of my penile over and over
Leaving my body with extreme sensations of contented pleasure

Lips manipulate
As steady rhythmic motions of head gesture take my body to the edge of orgasmic detonation
My body clings to the sensations of pleasurable affliction
Not wanting the extreme pleasure to stop

Toes curl
Buttocks tighten
Legs involuntarily squirm and vibrate
As swirling sensations bombard into the inner depths of my being
My voice now gravel in the need for me to come

Soft full lips grip tighter
The rhythm of bobbing head gestures quickens:
Body becomes compliant
As loins flood full of passion waves 
Then violently explode

Uncontrollable earth quaking tremors shake my body 
While massive expulsion of scrotum hot white gooey substance ejaculates into the moist heat of her waiting hungry mouth

Vision blurred
Lungs burn
Loud drum beats articulate from my rapid heartbeats
Suddenly my body moves without motion

Taken are deep breaths
Legs too weak to stand
But "once again," anticipates in my mind

(C)1ManView



Monday, August 20, 2018

Love calls


Soft hands wash dirty dishes

While quiet humming linger in the air

Hard body press against her softness

Manly hands slide under blouse and envelope firm full breast

Fingertips tenderly swirl on nipples tip

Soft voice moans quietly

Hard press against soft

Zipper unzipped

Panties fall

Hard enters moist softness

Love for each other -

Consummated
(C)1ManView

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

My spot ... Erotic Repititive poem ..... (picture poem)

It was quiet
It was soft
It was exciting
It was thrilling
It was exhailerating
It was passionate
It was lustful
It was powerful
It was tender
It was sweet
It was hard
It was thunderous
It was all the above, when it hit my spot.....

(c) 1ManView

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Lay it down... (revisited)

(Whispering voice)

Take your clothes off
I need you butt naked
To see the full glory of your cock strong elongated stance

I need to see you hold it in the palm of your hand
So I can see its hard firm flesh
Pulsate between a manly firm grasp

Hold still
While I crawl closer
Closer so I can inhale the musky scent of your manliness 
Unprovoked by cloth fabric

Closer, so I can touch your cock enticing wide base
Uninhibited
So I can taste your cock smooth succulent flesh
On the moist palate of my tongue
Than watch your face contort
As my hungry mouth 
Suck your cock length to the forefront of my throat 

I want to feel your body tremble
From the ecstasy of my oral prowess
To feel its hard palpitations
Throb deeply between the taut grip of my soft full lips
While I quench the dry thirst in my throat
With the moist warmth of your wet white creamy liquid 



(C)1ManView