A.Katauta poem (Continuous style) ... Still waters

Encircling tongue taste 

Drippings of your honeydew 
That bask in flavor

Tongue stimulation

Flame sensations in your loins

While firm lips swallow

Tasty sweet nectar

From your hot running river

Swim on my palate

As orgasmic bliss

Shake the whole of your body

On my tongue blunt tip

Started as a reply to Wet Bliss Kataula..https://wetblissdotme.wordpress.com/

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 .Katauta  a Japanese poetic form that consists of 17 or 19 syllables arranged in three lines of either 5, 7, and 5 or 5, 7, and 7 syllables. The form was used for poems addressed to a lover, and a single katautawas considered incomplete or a half-poem. A pair of katautas of the 5,7,7 type were called a sedōka; the 5,7,5 katauta may have been the top part of the early tanka. 

A tired sigh.... Erotic Prose poem

I sit and ponder awhile

And yes, the taste between your thighs is more than worth the while 

Especially when the tip of my tongue tastes the wet depths of your vertical smile 

Hips flip, wiggle and grind

 As I consume the deep flavor of you clear nectar wine 

While your body lie in position of dine 

Head rock back and forth 

While my tongue slid into your means from direction of north 

Hmm, a smile cross my face when I hear your lungs gasp and snort 

After my tongue lick your pink cavern dry 

Sounds of breast-deep audible orgasmic cries 

Leap and bound towards the sky 

Then float back toward earth, in a deep silent sigh 

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A taste... Reprise to Navypoet A taste.poem....

Savory Taste

Extinguish the stale dryness inside my mouth

With each lash of my tongue tip

As it reconcile

Essence of pleasure

That was given:

Wavering hips

Push against wet lips

As inner hunger

Is feed with liquid diet

Of your savory clear dew

While your body

Become a victim

Of leg shakin'

Pleasure

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Monday moan.... Body kisses ... Erotic Prose poem

Warmth of morning sun,

Filtering through dingy window panes,

Gently ease into the softness of naked feminine flesh

Body stir,

But does not awaken

Warmth of moist lips,

Is felt pressing against the nape of tender neck skin

Eyes open,

Deep breath taken,

As moist lips persistence,

Slowly leave a moisten trail,

Down the center of slender back

Tongue tip swirl,

Over and under the roundness of taut buttocks,

Down the center flesh of creamy firm thick thighs,

Enticing lungs to part dry lips with a burst of a whispering moan

Firm grip eases feminine body over,

Then spread shapely legs open wide

Tongue glide upward on the smooth flesh of an inner thigh,

Then slip into the privacy of moist divine,

Gently licking,

Tasting,

The mushy swollen folds in its path

Deep breath is heard,

As the tip of tongue slowly ease up and down the center of wet parallel slit

Legs quiver as tongue tip,

Plunge deep into small slit opening,

And taste the flavor of the pliable pink substance inside

Head tilts,

Lungs deep inhaled breath is held,

As surreal sensations rush into loins,

Trail through extremities

Top of head grabbed,

Leg wrap around head and pull inward,

Deepening wet body kiss

Curvy hips involuntary gyrate,

While pink walls secrete

Its sweetest flavor

Taut stomach muscles wave,

Like calm ocean waves lightly washing over sandy shorelines,

While morning moans stir the room air,

Like a light tropical sea breeze

Hips lift,

Gyrations quit,

Legs become completely stiff,

As tongue tip deeply taste the sweet spot in its path,

Repetitively

Lungs grovel,

Body stiffen,

Legs deeply quiver,

While orgasmic waves seduce petite body

Peaceful calm follows the raging storm,

Succumbing shivering body with sensations of ecstasy afterglow

Whispered good morning,

Is quietly answered,

With an exhaled whispered moan....

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Clean sweep ... Prose poem

Wet meet moist

As tongue tip lightly lick folds of mushy soft flesh,

Hips lift,

Then gyrate,

Mimicking slow-moving ocean waves,

That gently rock his head up and down,

As his tongue trace the shape of your sex soft swollen flesh

Waves of electrified sensations,

Entice you to lift your head higher,

As pleasure desire,

Rifle into the sanctuary of your loin

Moans,

Groans,

Breath hitch,

As hips dip,

Then erratically lift upwards toward the sky

Legs spread,

Then gingerly wrap around his head,

Then pull it inward,

As sounds of gasping lungs reverberate between creamy twitching thighs

Head tilt,

As submission wilt,

To the will of orgasmic release,

That unwillingly shake your body

Calm is the waves,

As your body lay in a daze,

While bathing in an afterglow so deep,

You barely notice the smooth wavering waves from his soft swirling tongue,

That's still wedged betwixt the center softness of your shivering thighs

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LicKen ...

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A to Z Erotic poem challenge.. F is for FlicKer ...

Head perch

Between the thickness of dark creamy thick thighs

Tongue lash 

On swollen moist lips

It flicker and dart gingerly 

Between the slit of their plumpness

Then dive deeply inside 

To savior the taste of the soft pink flesh between them

Deep raucous moans are heard

Before being silenced by firm thighs constricting around my ears

Hips pump furiously up and down

As screams of exhilaration

Never pass your lips

Hand full of manly hair tugged on 

To the point of annoying pain

Head bucked up and down 

Like a car riding on a bumpy mountain road

Sweet clear juices pour from your womanhood 

Like water shooting through a water flume 

The greed of my mouth collects every single drop of your clear nectar

Leaving it full with the sweet taste of your wet substance

Alien words are audibly spoken 

As your orgasm crest to the point of explosion

Body stiffen

Like a hard wooden plank

Its extremities trembles and shake

Like an phrenetic erupting volcano

Silence is always golden 

After an premeditated orgasm

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Monday Moaning... Morning glory ....

Fingertips quietly forge open the end of the tunnel,

That take the shape of a funnel,

His head lead the way through the silence of darkness,

Soft cloth unfolds before him, 

Scent of her pungent perfume tells him he's near,

Making his objective crystal clear,

Like a snake his tongue flicker out and touch his prey

First taste: 

Dry,

To wet,

On, 

Each lick,

Down her tight slit

Hands turn his head a click,

To alter licks,

To a direct hit,

Hips lift,

Body tense into a sexual fit

Legs shiver,

Thighs quiver,

Then tighten,

As orgasm ripens

Deep breaths,

Inflate chest,

Hips quickly gyrate,

While clit gets irate

Licks deepen, 

Her taste sweetens,

Bed frame tremor and shakes

Voice cry out:

Hips buck,

Tongue tuck,

Lips suck,

Her body ducks,

 Into a comatose fuss

Sanctuary silence returns to the hidden lover,

Hidden under her bed cover...

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Make it rain .... Prose poem ....

Uuuu,

Tongue slowly lashing between my moisten folds,

Making them wet with the warm spit of your slick saliva,

Body sweat,

Pressure slowly building up,

While your tongue tenderly lash deep between, 

The center of my womanly blossom

Swirl,

Twirl,

Dip,

Flick

Lick,

Sip,

My mind now thinking of your pretty dick,

Drenching deep inside my pink wick,

Stretching,

Thrusting,

Pushing,

Shoving,

Trying to reach the means of my watery depths

Thighs contract tight around your head,

As tongue sweep deep into my wet pink

Stomach muscles spasm,

As body orgasm,

While your tongue lick,

Around and on the tip,

Of my pink, hard, erect clit

Pleas of cry, tell you to stop,

But stop, you must not,

Not until my body rise, shudder and sake, like it was tased by a city cop,

Then fall into the tranquility of an rapturous orgasmic flop

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Moanday ..... Suddenly ... Etheree Poem

Moans

Escape

From my throat

As your deep licks

Cultivates the pink

Inside of my moist folds

Making them wet with yearning

Inflamed with the heat of passion,

As my body tremble with release

Blissful sensations overwhelms my womb

Etheree poem: Consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. 
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Head day Poem.... Savor ,,,,, Prose Poem

Moans, direct tongue flight through folds horizontal crack, 
Groans, control speed of tongue long lashes, 
Signs, control tongue lashes depth into pink flesh darkness, 
Hair pulled, detect lashes of passion, 
Back arched, alloys tongue deeper penetration, 
Hips deep dip, gyrates in harmonious rhythm of tongue lashes, 
Beard soaked, in honeydew, 
Mustache reek, fragrance of feminine musk, 
Call my name, and I'll give you tremors of satisfaction... Guarantied...

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I love the way you eat.... By Poetic Guest "Bow Down"

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Head day poem... Song Poem Challenge ... Butterflies .... Repetitive Style ...

A Song Poem: Must use one word, sentence or phrase from the chosen song. It also has to be written in the rhythm and spirit of the song... Song; Butterflies By Michael Jackson.... Challenge by "Poetic Estrus" ....

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Sweetness of your lips sink into mine,

A hesitant before lips intertwine,

That causes a sigh, and sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings, 

To reside between the thick, of my thighs  

Fingertips grip deeply into my hips,

As contemplated thoughts in my mind dip,

As lips sip,

The sugary sweetness of a deep genteel kiss

Naked neck flesh suckled,

Knees buckle,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Breast heave forward to soft kissing, licking, and tender suckles,

As soft firm lips, roams its domain, 

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Suckled nipples, suddenly impale past parted lips,

Into the warmth of his wet wanting mouth,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Stomach muscles flex to soft kisses,

That's mixed with trailing tongue lashes, 

That dashes,

Into a downward spiral,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Legs parted,

Then lifted onto wide shoulders,

Kisses of velvet mist on my thighs internees,

Faint moans slip past parted lips,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Tongue lashes,

Dashes,

Marches,

On folds that's swollen with desire,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Tongue flick,

Then dip,

Tasting the offering of pungent clear nectar before it,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Ripples of vibrations rush into my loins,

As his tongue slowly submerge into the clear wake of my wet,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Suckled squashy lips, ease a indulgent scream out my lungs,

As my chest heave, stomach muscle reflex, hips jerk, then slowly gyrate,

Into the rhythm of the deep lashing of his hungry tongue dips, that falls into the rising wake of my wet,

As intensified sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Right leg locks behind head,

Fingertips intertwine into pulled hair,

Urgent dance of hips gyrate deeply,

As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Turn into intense surreal sensation of humming bird wings,

Fluttering deep in the wet, between the thick, of my thighs

Persistent quakes and shakes vibrate through my extremities,

While the steadfast dip of the tip of his tongue dive into the pink depths of 

my wet,

Hips flail in an orgasmic rhythm,

Causing suffocating breath like sounds to gurgle from his lungs,

While his tongue taste the extra sweet cream of my orgasmic release,

As intense sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Reside between the thick, of my thighs

Eyes open,

His body resides at my side,

His fingertips softly caress the outline of my oval shaped breast,

The feel of his rawness swell pulsating on the side of my thigh, send sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,

Deep into the wake, 

That resides, 

Between the center of my thighs...

Poetic Estrus, you have been challenge to write a reprisal to this poem ....

(I used some gif's, now are you happy?...)

http://sexualmusingofpoeticestrus.blogspot.com/

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