Silent Touches.... Prose Poem ........ (From Touch series)

Calm breeze, brought cool fresh air wispily through the open window across the bareness of my breast, as I prepared to dress for another day

As I stood close to the window, the sound of the songbirds touched my ears, keeping my legs unmoving, while my rears tuned into the new morning cheer,

The touch of a single finger ease across my neck,

It flowed slowly, softly, across my right shoulder, then eased all so gently down my back torso,

It crosses the small of my back, causing my body to tense up from the sensation, and then relax as it eased over the fabric that covered the roundness of my butt cheek,

More touches joined in as it firmly gripped the shape of my bottom

A flinch, a sigh, as touches from his other hand ease between my legs and circle on the forthcoming moist spot on my panties, 

Quiet moans purred past parted lips as his genteel touched slowly seduces me,

While on bended knees behind me, his touch manipulated my folds, kneading them with a soft but firm touch over my panties, a fingertip was felt slipping my flimsy panties off my folds, then sliding down the center of my wet slit

A teasing fingertip dipped slowly between my folds, my body quivered as it traced the contour of its shape, then eased over its flesh that had turned to mush,

After sliding my panties back into place, he pressed his lips between my thighs and slowly blew his hot breath through my panties thin fabric,

The warm air, the touch of softness easing up and down my inner thighs, started a wanting fire deep into my loins

The feel of the hot tip of his tongue wondering up the cleavage of my butt sent goose bumps chasing each other all over my body, as a hot chill race through my extremities,

A sudden warm soft kiss in the middle of my back made by body jerk, my lungs to sigh out loud, my back to bow inward as the fire of his tongue traced upward on the contour of my spine,

Once the tip of his tongue reached the back of my neck, his lips suckle on its flesh while his fingertips touch consumes the front of my breast with a tight firm grip,

My legs gave way as my body, my will, surrender to his touches...

Probing fingers slip past my panties elastic, they softly circle on the wetness of my heaven opening then gently pushed their way to the soft pliable pinkish flesh between them,

Wider my legs spread, as my body succumbed more and more to his surreal touch, my lungs moaned as tingling sensations rushed through my womb, into my loins, then rushed up my spine into the back of my head,

After his touched soaked itself in my wet, it eased out and surrounded my waist flesh,

A gentle pushing touch form his other hand leaned my arching body forward, then preceded to pull my panties downward

With my panties barely past the roundness of my butt cheeks, I felt the head of his harness pulsating on my wet opening, he pulled my arms behind me and held them tight together with one hand, my lungs gasp, as the head of his hardness suddenly intruded into the pinkish of my wet, 

Stretching, sliding, sensations bombarded my brain as his steel harden girth and elongated length forced its way deep into my wet offerings,

As sensations of first penetration sensations gave way to sensations of deep penetration, my body shook and quivered

A slow long stroke fell deep into my wet depths,

Followed by another, then another, yet another,

As my womb adjusted to his thick girth, his strokes became faster, deeper and harder,

My body rocked forward on each thrust of his hips, my untied full breast bounced side to side like a pendulum, as his scrotum touch tapped loudly on the back of my buttocks, while slapping on my erect clit

His touch released my arms and was felt wrapping around my waist, His strong touch held my body completely still as he rammed his rock hard manhood deep into my pinkish depths,

I reached my arms behind me and pulled my butt cheeks further apart, I wanted, no, I needed to feel every centimeter of his hard manly flesh touch the side of my pink walls, I need to feel its swollen head tap against the front of my cervix, 

Pop, pop, pop, pop, came from his scrotum as it slapped against my backside, each time it slapped on my aroused clit, my loins filled with my fast approaching release,  

As his hands touch held my body still, my arms and breast flail like a rag doll, I could feel the touch of his girth on my pink walls push harder, his manly length touched inside my womb deeper, 

As my body succumbed from his sexual touches, my womb spasm with quivers, then erupted like a sleeping volcano, shaking my body into a sexual release frenzy,

My legs shook, my flesh shivered, as he urgently stroked his hardness into my lake,

My lungs cried out his name, as his hard sexual thrust rocked my body back and forth without mercy

Manly hardness slide in and out my womb with urgency, lungs groaned as my walls tighten with spasm, 

Just as I felt the first throbbing quake of his shaft on my walls, I begged him to release inside my mouth

His touch release my waist, my body dipped downward as it spun around, my lips quickly devoured his shaft into the heat of my mouth

My first head bop made his girth swell, the second made his shaft throb deeply, the third made no difference, so I knew the forth would bring him pleasure of release,

As the forth head bop slid the tight grip of my lips to the base of his hardness, hot thick gooey seed was felt touching my tongue pallet with the heat of a hot winter shower, leaving a sweet salty taste on it as it quickly flushed down my throat,

The tight touch of my lips held his palpitating flesh deep into my mouth, 

His lungs grasp for air as his release consumed every muscle in his body, urgent head bobs kept my lips easing up and down his shaft until his release was spent

His eyes looked deep into mines,

Then his loving touch pulled my body up into his arms,

A tight embrace envelop my body completely,

He smiled a moment before his lips tasted mine,

As we held each other tightly, no words were spoken, because his touches had said it all... 

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Hump Day Poem, Euphemistic Sex .... Prose Poem...

While you were inside me,

I felt your eyes eagerly watching me,

As my body twist and contort to the sensations of our sexual play,

Your hands kneading my body like clay,

Your kisses building a fire in the bottom of my belly,

That's burning hotter, by the second

As one hand holds tightly onto my backside, the other roam the bare sweaty surface of my flesh, all while your hips gyrate of wanting, me,

While your inflated manhood smoothly glide deep into my watery depths

A hushed scream escape my lungs, hurriedly rushing past parted lips, breaking the silence of the dark room, as your length immerse itself inside my wake, like an oil drill rig, drilling for oil deep in the ocean dark depths, lethargically slow and precise,

Enticing moans and groans of ecstasy to flow in the rhythm of your hips vertical impalement of your rock hard manly membrane

Heaving breast, lightly bump into wide chest,

While painted fingernails leave a trail of etched skin on bareback flesh

Legs open wider,

Manhood descend deeper into my wet,

One set of hips buck up, as the other gyrates down,

Deep breaths are pushed out lungs, on each of your hips downward plunges,

Blissful sensations rush into minds,

Leading them to the world of heaven sexual content

Up... Down...

Up, Down...

Hips gyrate in sexual sync,

Pushing, pulling, his blood engorged membrane in and out the tight confinement of my pink depths

Right there, right, there,

My softest voice whispers into your ear, as your spacious girth slowly slides directly on the side of my fully erect clit,

Slowly bringing my sexual need closer to closure

A subdued voice whisper faster,

Faster, oh faster,

Then become audible loud while speaking,

Harder baby, harder

Painted nails anchor deep into bareback flesh,

As your hips gyrate faster and dip deeper,

After pulling the head of your rock hard assault out the comfort of my womb, and leaving only the tip of its head in my wake, your hips ram forward with brutal force, slamming your swollen manly membrane deep as possible into my wet

A squealing scream echoes in the room,

While hips bounce off push bed mattress on your every deep stroke,

My graveling voice whispers I'm-m, cumin-n-n, as sharp shear sensations runs amuck inside my loins

Quakes consume my body muscles,

As your forever swelling membrane urgently slide up and down the center of my haven walls

Spasms, followed by tighter spasms, envelop your harden membrane with tightness,

Hips pump harder, to push your swell beyond my haven tightness,

But is soon consumed by its heat and over powering grip,

Which entice your swollen palpitating swell, to spill and fill my opening with white hot seed that is so hot, it causes my haven to convulse, my voice to perpetually moan in ecstasy

Bodies on fire quake and sake to a rumble,

Then to a stumble,

Then crumble,

Into a sexual fumble

Limpness lay still inside my wet core,

Words of deep affection sooth my ears,

A soft kiss, embrace my lips,

Deep affected hugs, envelop my body...

As we lay in the quiet, fingertips sooth your back flesh,

Soft kisses seek the softness of my neck, causing my body to stir and wiggle, my heaven to spasm,

The center of my haven can feel the start of our next sexual dance arising....

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Song Poem .... Getting Late 1... Prose/Rhyming/Repetitive

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; Getting Late... By Floetry .... Challenge by "NA Poetry" ....

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It’s getting late,

And I'm afraid

Afraid, to let you make passionate love to me on this night,

Afraid, to let you hold my femininity, close to the warmth of your masculinity,

Warmth, that might make me melt like custard ice cream, expose to heat of the morning day,

Having my offering drip; drip-drip, on the smooth stretch flesh of your hard pulsating enormity

Afraid, of that hungered look in your eyes,

A look that look like you will sexually eat me completely alive, if I let you feast between the silkiness of these soft thick creamy thighs,

Afraid, of that long pink slithering tongue, that look like it will flicker all so silky smooth between the folds of my heated wet,

One second lapping up the creamy of my cream, 

The next, making my lungs audibly scream,

Until all my clear nectar is nothing more then a dried up dream

It's been so long, since I've had a man that looks so sexually mean,

With eyes wide open while looking up between my seems,

Wanting

Waiting,

Willing,

To satisfy all my erotic needs

So yes, 

I'm afraid

Afraid, to let you feast on the wet triangle between my legs,

Afraid, of the big prize pulsating between your muscled, bulging thighs,

That might sexually hurt my mind, 

With shearing sensations that would make it go blind

With lust trust,

Afraid, its size might stretch my womb pliability beyond its endurance,

Push so deep into my wet, its head slap on my cervix as my womb envelop your harden meat from head to base,

While your big brown eyes fixate,

On the sexual pleasure distortion on my face,

While my heart beat faster then a thoroughbred horse can race

Yes, 

I'm still afraid

Afraid you'll make me beg,

While your granite hard dick is spoon fed,

Deep inside my wet sweet bread,

Enticing my lungs to audibly moan out your namesake,

Then you leave me, in a sexual desired strait

It's getting late, and you are still thrusting deep inside my treasure,

Leaving sensations of ultimate pleasure,

Rushing throughout my measure

Hips in a rush,

To stick my womb with another one of your dick long deep thrust, 

Making my womb weep of feminine seepage,

My eyes cry with passion weepage,

My booty quake, while the rest of my body shake with epileptic fervor,

While your hard membrane strokes fast and deep in my hot wet server

Yes, 

I'm afraid

Of feeling the passionate rhythm of your hips,

In complete sync with mines,

As sweat pours down my face,

My Breast,

Off your chiseled chest,

While collecting collectively inside my wet, 

That's making wet sloshing sounds of suction,

Of my womb complete destruction,

From the smooth rhythmic strokes of your hard membrane induction, 

Profoundly inside the fathoms of my pink production

So yes, 

I'm afraid

Afraid if you keep making passionate love to me this way,

I just might ask you too... 

..."Stay"...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012