A to Z erotic poem challenge .. B is for BDSM ....

Eyes watch,

Two fingers rise,

That firmly touch the firmness of his lips,

His signal for my silence

Silence  my voice will be tonight,

Silent my will, will become,

Silent will be my thoughts

He stands before me,

His presence tower over my presence,

While my body knell before him, with the nakedness of my body humbling him,

Welcoming him,

Welcoming his will,

Welcoming his Alfa Dominance of me, 

In silence

His collar grace my neck,

His chain swing from its center,

The sub in me instantly unfold, 

In silence 

Tug on chain, 

My body follow,

His direction,

Without hesitation

Collar chain falls to floor,

My body becomes still,

In the silence of the room,

He quietly stalks me from behind me

As I await his favor

Flogger tails are felt tenderly easing between my butt cheeks,

The texture of the smooth leather tails, floats across my back,

My flesh tingle as they slowly eased down the curvature of my spine,

As the tails ease tenderly over my folds, my folds gather moisture between them,

Without hesitation, the silence of the room was no more

Swoosh, swack!

Swoosh, swack!

The sting of the flogger tails,

Smack across my derriere,

Its sharp shearing sting make my body tense,

My mind to focus,

The next slap came across my back,

Then my shoulder,

My throat swallowed a quiet moan, as the flogger again came down on the roundness

of my backside,

I could feel the heat, the redness of my flesh,

Rising to the top

Again and again, the flogger come down on my body exposed flesh,

Again and again, my voice remained obedient in silence,

When the flogger whipped down hard on the back of my thighs,

The stinging pain brought tears to my eyes,

But my voice remained silent

Flogger swats abruptly become silent,

The sting left behind becomes dormant in pain,

Shearing in pleasure

His will now stands in front of me,

His fingers unzip his pants,

Agile hands struggle to release his harden manhood, from his pants captive,

Once in the open, his throbbing beast is eased next to my lips,

My eyes look into his, 

Waiting for his order, in silence,

To tell me what is his will

His eyes widen,

My mouth obeys and open,

My tongue lick his tip with affection,

My ears listen to his soft purring moans of pleasure, as 

my tongue swirl on his swollen dick head,

When my eyes see his eyes become narrow,

My lips open wide and let him insert his length to the depth 

of his choice inside the moist heat of my mouth,

With a pop, he quickly drawls his length completely from the grip of my greedy lips,

My lungs want to gasp in delight, but they remain silent

He quietly walks behind me,

A sudden gasp, is trapped in my throat,

As his hand pulls hard on my ponytail

Eyes are looking straight up,

My body is slightly tilted backwards while kneeling on its knees,

His body towers directly over mine,

His long hard mass is inserted between the resistance of my soft lips

Precise movement of hips push and pull his length,

Between the tight squeeze of my needing lips,

Easing his swollen cock in and out the moist heat of my mouth,

His hips movements are long, slow and tender,

Slowly bring up his pleasure,

While slowly bringing up mine in silence

His pace quickens,

His hips push harder, driving his diamond hard cock deeper into my mouth,

He starts to ride my face like he rides my vagina

As he face fuck my mouth, fast, hard and deep,

In silence, I take the length of his mass into the back of my throat,

While the lips between my legs has gotten wetter then a moat,

As completely down my throat, his hard cock float

Swallowed gasps and muffled sounds of gag reflex rumble in my chest,

As hard enormity flesh rams deep into the flesh of my throat,

Just as I thought he was about to spill his seed in my throat cramp space, 

Sudden withdrawal of his hard mass, leaves my will wanting

Brute force pushes my body forward unto all fours,

His hard throbbing cock, is felt pushing against my vagina front door,

Fingertips are felt digging deep into my hips,

My breath chokes as a swallow scream tries to purge pass my lips,

As his cock force itself ultra deep into my womb depths in one hard thrust of his powerful hips

Body steadies itself,

Tug on collar chain pulls my body backwards,

Once my hips backs up against his, his hand pushes my body forward,

Guiding my body into a smooth rhythm of his choice

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

In a smooth rhythmic motion my body floats,

Push in, slide out,

His cock slide between the taut tug of my womb walls

Back and forth,

In and out,

Each time sending searing sensations of pleasure throughout my womb,

Bringing my body closer and closer to a build up of an explosive climax

Body in a sweat,

Womb drenched in womanly fluid,

As I fight my urges to break his silence, while his hard enormity rides continuously up and down 

my womb walls,

With his prowess of long gievity keeping his hard mass riding in the slick wetness of my center,

Sexually killing my body slowly with each stoke of his hard cock pushing down the sides of the pink walls of my womb

My lungs swallow my moans,

My throat capture my groans,

My gasp, die in my lungs,

As his thick hard cock rides smooth and deep in its pink throne,

While my body remains in absolute silence

His girth thickens,

His hips pace quickens,

His length seem to touch inside me deeper then ever before

My climax nears the edge on each thrust of his swollen cock,

To the point of breaking down my climax release door

I must wait,

Wait for him to recognize,

Wait for his decision for my pleasure to unfold or not,

All while my mind, body, and soul, wait in silence

Come for me my pet,

Softly ease into my ear,

My body instantly obeys and quake with a thunderous climax,

Shaking my body so hard it shakes my soul, while ripples of searing sensations 

rips through my extremities

Smooth rhythm of his thrust are now erratic,

Hard pull on my chain demands my body to slam back into his,

Pushing his manhood as deep into my pink swell as possible,

The throbbing girth of his cock feels as if its going to push my womb walls beyond their means

Crying gasp rips into the air,

As the heat of his seed floods my womb,

My hips move back and forth fast and furious, as my walls clench his girth tight,

Milking every drop of his white seed,

After his body last quake,

Our bodies collapse as one to the floor

Eyes open,

His body lay on top of mine,

His hard mass now lay limp between my wanting thighs,

My jaws are sore, 

But my taste buds still want more,

My flesh was alive with vibrate sensations,

My womb ache with soreness, yet thoroughly satisfied from his cock deep invasion

As I lay in the middle of the floor in silence,

I lay as one happy submissive woman...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Hump day ...... Booty ride ....... Erotica in prose .....

Breakfast was done,

Now that its clean up was at hand,

She had quietly disappeared

He did the dishes, then swept the floor and he still did not hear a peep come from her,

He strolled into the bedroom and found her on her stomach strolled across the bed asleep,

At first he wasn't going to disturb her because she had tossed all night,

But once his eyes glanced on the white oversize shirt she was wearing was riding high on her backside showing him her feminine side, he had a change of mind

Creamy soft skin, round buttocks, and a hint of her short trimmed hair garden was in his eyes view,

Even after a decade of marriage, the display still excited him,

It still made his heart race,

It still made him lose focus inside his mind,

It still stirred the weakness between his legs to the point of expansion, throb to the point of pain, while pulsating to the beat of his racing heart,

Now he had to have her,

He had to feel his hard cock deep inside the walls of her womb,

He needed to hear her moan his name,

He needed to feel her body quake in sexual satisfaction under him, as he rode high on her backside

Like a mountain lion sneaking up to its prey, his body lowered, then quietly walked up to the lamp table next to the bed, 

He quietly open the drawer, then slipped some lube on the head of his dick, then in stealth mode, he crept up to the bed where her sleeping prey laid motionlessly, 

Without shaking the bed mattress, he crawled up to her and straddled her body, then took the lubricated hard throbbing mass between his legs into his hand, and laid its pulsating head dead on the center of her opening

In a instant moment his body froze as the heat of her center seep into his hard flesh,

He reflected for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of the warmth of her opening on the tip of his wildly pulsating cock, then without further hesitation, he swiftly intruded his rock hard mass into her pink hole,

Trusting into her unsuspecting womb with a long hard deep stroke

Without hesitation, her eyes flew open, 

Her voice gasped out loud, while pink painted fingernails dug deep into the sheets,

Her back arched straight up into him, just as another hard thrust pushed even deeper into her womb, provoking a deep loud moan, that went silent into the cotton sheets,

Her body didn't move as the deep penetrating sensations overwhelmed her,

Stroke after stroke of hard cock slid deep into her depths, making her womb weep with lustful tears

She had awaking to a flurry of slow none stop deep thrust that rocked her butt upwards, while pinning her body deep into the mattress,

It wasn't long before she was moaning his name, screaming at the relentless cock that kept pounding itself in and out her wet hole,

His heavily grunting into her ear and brutal thrusting of his hard dick into her soft domain, made her feel as if she was being taken sexually by a savage beast

Loins overloaded with sensations sends her over the edge, making her body tremor and shake under his relentless assault,

Once he felt her body quaking under his, he lifted his upper body up up on his arms, drilling his hard mass even deeper inside her trembling depths,

A scream pierced into the air, as her body bucked uncontrollably,

Her womb spasm tight around his expanding girth, making him moan,

But his measured assault kept slipping into her pinkness without resolve

The first tingle of lust that started in his lions, was now hotter then a forest fire,

Each stroke brought him closer to redemption,

Each stroke his loins burned hotter and hotter until he could feel his orgasmic countdown

Five..

Four..

Three..

Two..

One..

His loins erupted like a calvary cannon,

It erupted so hard he felt sensation of deep sharp pain inside his loins, as his white cream spewed inside her with so much thick white mass, it turned her pink walls to the color of white,

When she felt his heat ejaculating into her, she gathered herself and gyrated her hips hard and deep, milking him of every drop of his thick milky white seed

Bodies collapsed against each other, 

His eyes slowly close in a sexual sleep,

A wide smile crossed his face when he heard sexual moans purring from her throat,

When he heard her voice whisper, I hope it's a boy,

His brown eyes popped wide open....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday Moaning ... Work to do.... Prose Poem

Round naked behind is admired,

Slippery lube is applied,

Hips straddled,

First penetration started

Eyes suddenly open wide,

Painted fingertips dig deep into mattress,

Voice wants to scream, but can not,

Sheer pain rushing through her center, 

Pain gradually changes into contempt pleasure, 

As folds stop resisting enormity intrusion

Firm chest rest on soft back, 

Hips resides on backside,

As swell deep pulsation's, pulsate against sensitive pink walls

Tight grip loosen, walls start too sweat, as hips slow gyration starts,

Balls push up against taut round behind,

Arms extend, pushing upper body up higher,

Slow long strokes thrust thick uncut endowment deep into her center pink dark depths

A voice grunts,

Another voice emanates faster, harder,

Hips start to gyrate with urgency,

As loins fill with sensations of blissfulness

Hips move in a frenzy,

Sound of balls slapping hard against backside slaps into the air

Enormity swells,

"Not yet" a voice gravels,

As deep grunts counts each hard down stroke of his mass into her soft wet center

One body quakes,

The other shakes,

As warm clear juice is mixed with lightening hot white liquid

Lungs breathe deeply,

As one body rest on top of the other,

Good morning sleepyhead, its time to go to work,

She moans deeply....

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Hump Day ... Am I Dreaming PT. 3 .... Song Poem

A song poem is a poem written from a song:
Using a phrase, word, or line from that song,
It must be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song

Push Play Please

Hips slowly gyrate then gently bump, each loving stroke produce a grunt, a groan, or a moan, silent "I love you" follows deep breaths taken after long deep thrust of hips, 

Eyes watch dark engorged flesh slip between contrasting flesh, they fixate on the shine on the smooth dark flesh that came from the wetness generated between your thighs

Ears tune into the suction sounds of hard flesh riding in a tight wet confine, 

As unyielding manly mass slid in and out your pinkness depths as my body slowly glide on top of yours

Shifted body now rides sitting upward, riding like a thoroughbred jockey on the back of your firm assists, my fingertips grip secure your hips, as I take complete control of our love making rhythm, 

As my hardness glide deep between the soft wet between your thighs, my mind realize not only had I found that woman who was in my weekly wet dreams, but the dream of my manhood buried deep inside the wet dark depths of her taut seems, was real

Silent moans drifted through the room, as my body softly, slowly, gyrated on top of yours,

Loving strokes glides effortfully between the thickness of your creamy thighs,

Your sighs, your gasps, floating into my ears persuade my desire to make soothing love to you higher and higher on each trust of my hips, 

My pleasure was now feeding on the pleasure your mind and body was receiving, 

My pleasure overran, after feeding on your every grunt, every sigh, every soft moan, every quiet breath of your lungs, while eyes fixated on fingertips that slowly turned into a fist, signs of your nearing release

Seeing your body grinding upward at mine, tell my eyes that you are not an illusion, 

Feeling the tautness of your wet, pushing and pulling on the ballooned girth of my hard mass, let my mind know that the those surreal feelings of sensations bombarding its insides, make this definitely not a dream

Body leans slightly forward, pushing my hardness deeper into your wet depths, 

Your fist now grip the silky blue sheets tightly, your soft passionate grunts and sighs have turned into audible passionate cries

Back arch, buttocks lift up high into the air, hard mass falls inside swollen folds ever deep,

Hips measured gyrations stay in the rhythm of love making, conceding maximum release, maximum pleasure

A groaning gasp, is followed by body stiffening,

A strangle cry, is followed by body tremors under mines,

Your silent screams tells my mind that it isn't dreaming, 

It tells me that making sweet love to you is real, and I plan on making desired wanting love to you until the end of time...