I didn't - 2... Sensuous poem in Prose ....

I didn't 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 bad thoughts that ran rampage inside my mind

Talking to you always left me completely intrigue

Getting to know you, lead me to knowing a person with a heart that was pure  

And when you gave it all  to me without reservation

I fell completely in love with you

(For LC)

(C)1MnaView

(Adele) - Hello -Erotic Song poem -Short Erotica in prose

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Phone rings....

Eyes glance at the incoming number, the name Marie flashes across its screen

Fingertips reach for the phone receiver, but my mind rejects the notion

Once again I let the answer machine answer, while I try to move on with my life....

"Hello, it's me" comes from the recorder as I walk away

Passive voice from the bedroom asked, who is that? 

My reply, no one of importance anymore....


Just as I slightly closed the bedroom door behind me,  I heard Maria voice once again, "Hello, can you hear me?"

While Maria voice came from the recorder, I tried to put hearing her voice and what once was what she meant to me behind all my thoughts because I didn't want to feel  the pain it was going to bring me

But this time, when I heard Marie voice, it seemed to make a difference inside me...


Bodies embraced in the dark of the bedroom, and for the first time I could see the beautiful sculpture of the face in front of me, a face that carried a smile that was so bright, it pushed the darkness of the room into its four corners 

When my eyes looked directly into yours, it was the first time I actually saw their light blue-green color that sparkled like they were reflecting the light of the sun, in a clear morning sky

And when my lungs inhaled, It was the first time I smelled the overwhelming scent of your body essence

When our embrace ended, you leaned forward and kissed me, and It was the first time I felt the cotton softness of your lips against mine, delivering a kiss that was so passionate, it went through me so deep it curled my toes 

When our kiss transcended, its lingering taste was the sweetest kiss I have ever received in my life, it was so sweet, fresh strawberries sprinkled with sugar could not mimic its taste, it was clearly the taste ... Of love...


Passionate sensations swept through my body, 

Heat of lust flushed through my veins, slowly melting the ice that had encased itself around my heart, that has kept my mind in doubt of the love feelings for you I had hidden deep inside my soul....


"Hello, are you there" was heard coming from the answering machine, "I have called you a thousandth times," 

And the thousandth times Marie called me, it caused my  heart to retreat deeper in despair

 But not tonight, tonight it turned off the blindness that had held my heart feelings captive in the darkness of my soul for such a long time

Which has brought me to this moment, this instant, where the presence, of this person before me was  all that was on my mind, all that I needed, all that I wanted in my life....

Fingertips gingerly roamed across, around bodies extremities, 

Clothes, slowly filtered down to the floor one piece at a time...

Deep kisses hotter than the sun warmed my cold soul from the inside out....



As my passion cup overfilled, for the first time I had to have someone more than life itself, and standing in front of me, was that someone

My eyes glanced over the bed that seemed a hundred miles away, so with urgency, I pulled your naked body down on top of the bare wood floor...

Foreplay forgotten

Legs spread open wide to accept my hard given that pushed up against the wetness of your swollen open

My voice groaned, yours moaned, as the throb of my desire forced open the soft-wet door of your receptor of love

Hard lustful thrust made her voice scream, as my size instantly push half way inside the warmth of her pink domain...


No longer, was my passion for her held back

No longer, was my feelings of love for her that had been frozen deep inside my heart, misplaced

No longer.....


Hips deeply gyrate, lewd sounds of love-making pushed the inadequate sound of sex out the room

My name continuously flowed past your lips as I tried to thrust all of my hard substance into the cramped space of your offering 

My back flesh was felt being sheared open by your red-painted fingernails, as I made passionate love to her the very first time...

Sensations my mind had disregarded before, flooded my being with twice the intensity than before

I felt every fiber of your womb encase my staff

Every tug your collapsing walls pulled on my swollen girth

Every touch of our flesh together...

Back arched deeply in

When the deep thrust of my hips pins your hips down to the wooden floor, long slender legs wrap around my waist, the sharpness of your teeth dug so deep into my shoulder flesh, it brought the color red of my blood to its surface

When my eyes found yours once again, they were filled with passion tears that flowed freely down the soft flesh of your cheeks

Fiery sensation quickly builds inside my loins, then explode with intensity like I never felt before

Your body writhe, then tense tight from the sensations of my lava hot seed flooding your pink depths, then your body started to convulse once again...

Exhausted bodies lay intertwined on the floor, all while lips refuse to release their tender forever kiss...


Love making continues until the sun rose too high noon in the new dawn sky....


While you body laid asleep in the bed, I returned to the phone and picked up the receiver, then pushed redial of Marie number

"Hello" was heard on the other end of the phone

After a brief hesitation, and a deep voice cleansing breath, I said "Hello, it's me"

I just wanted to thank you for calling me  

Hearing your voice reminded me what true love, was suppose to sound like, feel like, look like, taste like

I thank you for that...

 clink... 

Silence ...

"Hello"... 

"Hello"... 

"Are you still there"? 

A Song Poem is a poem that is written from a song, 

Using a phrase, sentence, or word from that song. 

It must also be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song:

(C) 1ManView 8/19/16

Monday moaning ... Whore ... Prose song poem ...

Blindfolded,

Petite soft hand - slowly pulled him in tow,

Into a room unknown to him

A chair was given,

Sit was her command

Blindfold removed,

Room darker than black skies, left him with sensations of being blind,

Sounds of erotic music started to softly echo from all four corners of the room

His eyes blink and tried to focus on the lean firm body that was wearing black lingerie, and had a pretty face, standing in front of him,
But she quickly turned and seductively walked into the darkness,
Leaving a lust filled sigh wedged in his throat

Soft light appears,

Lightning only a small path of "watching"

Wooden box, with pillow mattress on top, appears in the dim light focus 

Her curvy body sits atop of it,

Long slender legs move slow and easy to the music rhythm,

Opening slowly into a horizontal split in front of him,

Exhibiting the imprinted swollen swell of her sex folds,

That push on the tight black lace panties, that hugged the curves of her full hips and spherical buttocks

Legs with flesh soft as cotton, lift up toward the ceiling,

Long slender fingertips slowly slip the black panties off her hips,then eased them off her legs, 

Once off, she disregards them with a hand flip into the darkness 

Slowly, her body spin toward him and stop, 

Her black lacy bra is teasingly pulled off, then it's disregarded into the darkness,

Leaving her naked firm breast,for his eyes to feast upon,

But not for long, because he could feel her eyes stare pulling his gaze into the focus of her eyes,

And once his eyes glanced into hers, he felt the heat of her stare, burn into the heart of his sexual soul

Once again,the light went dim

Light flash on,

He can see her body moving,

He can see it erotically twist and bend like elastic, while moving in the rhythm of the music, 

With back arched, her hips provocatively gyrate,

Imitating passionate movements of love-making movements that mimic she was riding atop of her lover,

With his hard enormity buried deep into the spasm of her hot needy pussy,

With each deep thrust of her hips, her lungs moaned as if his hard substance was filling her greedy cavity full

Light dim to the color of dusk,

Filing his sight with blackness,

Leaving his body with incentives of hot wanton lust

Light reappear as she walks away from the mattress covered box,

Then they dim to dark once again

Out of the darkness and into the dim light

Slender arms appear,

Followed by the erect tip of ample bosom

And full curves of swaying hips

Arms reach out,

Legs muscles flex,

Pole climbed,

Right leg wraps around pole thick girth,

Her body perfectly spin in the rhythm of the erotic music,

With the control and grace of a ballerina

Up to the top of the pole,

Her graceful body leap, then with a slow control spin,

She slid down the full length of the pole,

While seductively twisting her body, and oscillating her hips

At the bottom of the pole, her body stop spinning,

Her hips start to gently gyrate, 

Grinding her sex against the hardness of the shiny steel pole

A quiver appeared in her arms,

A shiver made her thighs lightly tremor,

As she manipulated the pole shiny slippery surface, 

With bumps, and deep sexual grinds,

While pulling it hard against the swollen folds of her needy sex

Her body tense, then wilt,

After taking a deep breath, she slowly slips off the pole,

The light once again dim to dark,

All sounds come to a halt

Now he sits alone in the dark with just his mind thoughts, 

Alone, with his body full of erotic passionate feelings

Zipper of paints suddenly zips down,

Harden size is painfully pulled through his paints small frontal opening,

Warmth of soft lips is felt slowly wrapping around the stretched velvet soft skin, of his hard throbbing manhood girth

A sigh

A moan

A grunting groan,

Erupts past his parted lips,

While his legs shivered from the sharp surreal sensations of captured ecstasy, 
from her soft lips performing fellatio on his throbbing shaft

1Manview ©

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