Monday moaning.... Hindsight (revisited) ....

They say a picture can say a thousandth words,

But I'm hoping that hindsight is even better,

Now make me moan....

Have a happy Monday moan...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Happy Moanday ..... Duress .... Rhyming Poem ......

The sight of perk round breast heaving,

Leaves my mind sexually grieving

Nipples perked under my favorite striped shirt,

While wearing a sexy smile, that says your are a number one flirt

Could you take it off please?

But not until after I squeeze,

The firm softness’ of your breast,

Then watch you slowly undress,

Your smooth soft creamy flesh,

That no matter how many times I touch, my mind goes into lust duress

My mouth will foam,

My lungs will groan

And once my hardness fall into you treasure deep,

Your womb will constantly weep

While in unison, our lungs will moan

So loud we won't even hear our groans…

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Head Day ....... Cock Wordy ........

Devotion,

Deliciousness

Delectable

Diamond head

Dick

Descend

Deep

Downward

Dredged

Devour

Discharged

Depleted

Digested

Delightful
Devilicious

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Make me Moanday.... Bully ....... prose Poem

When you let let a big dick-head bully push you around, everybody call you a pussi,

But when you are a pussi, and you let that same big dick-head bully push into you,

 Then It's Ok for you to moan...


Happy Moanday...




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Humpday pic and poem... Head ....

Mmmmm,

I love,

The feel of your firm shaft, as it push up against the softness of my lips, 

I love,

The taste of its smooth texture, as my tongue licks it from its tip, down to its head,

I love,

The feel of my mouth feeling full, as it rolls slowly back and forth inside my mouth moist heat, as I wet it sides while its girth glides back and forth over my tongue, leaving its flavor behind for me to savor,

I love,

The feel of its inner heat, as it smoothness ease over my palate, then down my throat, leaving me with a calm...

I hate,

None smoking areas...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Moanday Poem Hindsight.....

They say a picture can say a thousandth words,

But I'm hoping that hindsight is even better,

Now make me moan....

Have a happy Monday moan...


1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Head Day ..... Licktation ... Rhyming Poem

Quick tender tongue licks,

Is making my long get heavy and thick

Soft lingering flicks,

Is making my elongated thick,

Harder then a oak wood stick

The more your tongue flutters,

My voice stutters,

My body shutters,

While coming closer to an nutter

Deep back and forth suction,

Has brought my thick to a immense eruption

Audible moans,

Turn to graveling groans

As hot white cream sputters,

Deep inside the wet heat of your shutter




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I Miss You ...... By Peaches.... MY Poetic Quest ....

I feel you kiss me gently on the back of my neck

Sending tingles of pleasure through my spine

It has been so long; I am so glad you came to see me

You gently roll me over and pull off my night gown

“What did I tell you about these clothes?”

You purr your words into my ear and my nipples react

Then you kiss each one as they reach out to your mouth

You grab my hair and my chest arches as you suck them

It is dark I cannot see you so I reach for that beautiful dick

You push my hand away “Lay back and enjoy, babe”

Holding my arms down, you slide your tongue slowly down my body

I am trembling uncontrollably now as you lick and suck

My legs open involuntarily and you take my clit in your mouth

All of the air leaves my lungs as you play with it with your teeth

I want to touch you but my arms won’t move

I squeal in pleasure as you open me up and plunge your tongue into my pussy

I cum and you swallow my juices as you growl from your throat

“Oh I missed you……I missed you”

You come up and kiss me and I can taste my juices in your mouth

Again you make your way down to my nipples and soak them

I cum again and you chuckle softly in my ear, “That’s my Peaches”.

Then you slowly slide your dick in me and we move in unison

Slow and deep thrusts causing us both to moan in pleasure

I feel the heat move from my pussy up into my face

The glow begins to fade and so do you as I slowly awake

No no no ……don’t go.

This was real, it had to be. But then it couldn’t be.

You died two months ago.

Fully awake now, I lay there in my own sweat and cum, crying.

Monday Moan Poem... Prose ... Home Alone ....

Soft thick cotton robe loosely hugs my body,
Panties and bra were not an option,
Popcorn, recliner, loud TV, takes over my lazy day,
Eyes quickly fail me, as my body goes into total relax


Legs fly into air into a V,
Coming to a rest over his shoulders,
Hard hot tip of a tongue suddenly force open my folds,
Stiffness grip my hips, as a deep moan of approval rushes past parted lips


He is suppose to be at work rush through my mind,
Damn, his tongue is hot as hell, interrupts my thoughts,
Deep licking dips continuously fall inside my womb opening,
Leaving my mind in disarray thoughts


In minutes, wetness flows from my volcano,
My head tilts back,
My eyes closes, 
My mouth opens,
A Monday moan shear through the room air,
As the thrill of his hot flickering tongue,  starts to take me all the way there


Hips pump with tight urgent rotations, 
Oblivious to smothered gasping,
Body Vibrations turn into shuddering earthquakes


Limp legs fall down onto recliner, 
I forgot my work keys shout from the distant,
Doors slam, as my still body lies sexually paralyzed,
While my mind set, was in a daze


Eyes fixate on a wallet lying in the middle of the floor,
Just isn't his day rush through my mind,
A smile emerges on my face, as I hear the front door close,
And the sound of a zipper, opening the front door of his pants...








1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Not Guilty.... Prose Story Poem.....

Body of uncovered flesh exit the steam of the bathroom into the master bedroom,

As it wondered, its eyes notice a red knitted shirt lying across the bed,

Fingertips touch its softness, then lift it up and pull it over its head

As it falls over her face she smells his manly scent, and the lingering scent of his cologne,

She inhales deeply as she pulls it all the way over her head

The shirt felt soothing against her naked flesh,

She steps in front of the mirror and admire how it clings to the curves of her body,

The way it tugs tight against her breast, while outlining its round stature, and highlighting her protruding nipples,

The way it lays flat across her stomach and falls smoothly over her hips,

She admires the perfect length of it, as it barely covers the spot he adores between her legs,

A sight she knows that would instantly excite the sleeping beast dangling between his thighs, causing it to become engorged and attentive,

A sight that makes her clit erect, and her womb saturated with her feminine juices

With her eyes closed, she can feel his embrace envelope her body,

His manhood crammed tightly into the crevice between her butt cheeks,

The warmth of his tongue easing across her neck brings her back to reality,

WIth the reality of him holding her tight, she moans softly as the tip of her earlobe is suckled on between his lips soft embrace

Lungs gasp,

Feet dangle in the air,

As his strength holds her body in the air while he walks gingerly across the room

Once he is next to his desk chair, he lowers her body to the floor, then a sudden rough grip of fingers grasp her hair,

Her face is roughly turned toward him, then her lips are greeted with a deep long kiss,

As the kiss transcend, he whispers, why are you wearing my new shirt?

Before her mind could think and make her mouth speak out a lie, he quickly sits down on the chair, pulling her body down with him, 

He positions her across his legs, then held her body tight while he became completely still

With her eyes opened wide, her body held still, her ears was in waiting, ready to hear the slightest of any sound,

After being completely still for a while, her body began to tense up as she anticipated his next move

The softness of his shirt eased up on her back, caress of endearment is felt wondering on her backside,

The feel of his hard mass pulsating on her stomach made it rain inside her haven

While one hand eases upward on her back, the other one trails downward on her left thigh,

Her eyes closes as her body take in the soothing sensations of his fingertips wondering tenderly across the bare flesh of her backside

Soothing sensations slowly traveled up her left inner thigh, her legs involuntarily spread wider to give his touch room to roam, 

Her body flinches, as his touch barely touch the opening between her legs that's drenched in her sticky clear liquid

His touch is felt floating down her right thigh, then slowly back up, barely touching her wet opening once again, her lungs moan shamelessly as the sensations from his teasing touch rushed up her spine,

What seemed like an eternity, tender touches roams over her backside, luring her body into a safe state

As a fingertip eased into the rainstorm between her legs, her head popped upward, her lungs gasp, as the sensation of one finger then another, is suddenly felt against her sweet spot, causing tense sensations to rampage through her womb

Moans reverberated in her throat as his touch pressed upward while circling on her most sensitive spot,

Just as she reached the edge of redemption, his touch quickly leaves the rainstorm that had flooded her womb

The sound of thunder was herd moments before the feel of sharp pain shot through her left butt cheek, before the full effect of the pain enter her mind, thunder again was herd, but this time the sharp pain rushed through her right butt cheek,

Thunder-pain, thunder-pain, kept coming on her backside, but as a tear formed in her eyes, the pain had turned into absolute pleasure,

And when that pleasure came to a peak, the thunder of pleasure suddenly stopped

Anticipation of soft caresses on her redden behind was cut short, as 

a gentle push ease her body unto the floor on all fours,

Startled, her eyes wonder up to his,

Be still was all she heard, as he towered over her while taking in the view of her glowing red azz,

As he kneeled down behind her, the sound of a pants zipper opening was heard, his left hand gripped her waist, while his right hand guided his mass toward her dripping wet offering,

Just as don't move a muscle whispered into her ear, his mass sunk deep inside her with one huge thrust of his hips

A swallowed groan vibrated in her throat as his mass opened her swollen lips wider, then even wider, 

Fingernails dug into the carpet as his length reached to the end of her womb depths,

Sensations of penetration completely overwhelmed her loins, but his words of don't move a muscle rung in her ear

Slow smooth deep measured strokes fell inside her womb one after another; they eased back and forth in her soaking wet canal, causing tears of pleasure to drip past her eyelids,

As his hips flesh started to slightly slap against hers, her eyes closed as she concentrated on being completely still

Oh how she wanted to meet everyone of his long thrust, while pushing her romp deep into his pelvis,  

Oh how she wanted to moan out loud from the sharp surreal sensations that was flushing through her womb,

Oh how she wanted to lower her head to the floor, so his mass would penetrate to its maximum depth inside her wetness,

Oh how she wanted to cum hard and cream all over his rigid shaft, while his hard manhood rammed inside her fast and furious,

Oh how she wanted to scream, while the tap, tap, tapping sound of his scrotum slapping on her buttocks echoed in the room,

Oh how her lungs wanted to audibly deeply moan, as the sloshing sound of his rigid mass floating in and out her tight wet hole was heard,

Oh how she wanted to let her body lay down flat on the carpet, and let him ride high on her buttocks like a cowboy rides a bucking bronco, 

Oh how she wanted to feel her body shake and quake under her cowboy while his pulsating cock used her opening as a seed-dumping receptacle

Eyes slowly opened, 

Flat on the carpet laid her body, while his body lay lifelessly on top of hers,

With his flaccidity still wedged in her tightness, the mixture of his seed and her sticky clear lubricate was felt flowing down her thighs,

Damn, it was that good she thought...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Happy Head Day ..... American Haikus......

You know what they say

About good presentation

Are you hungry yet?

More then a mouth full

Can cause gasping gage reflex

Past the pickles please

Manly meat hotdog

Enveloped in a hot bun

Leaves her womb weeping

Long thick with foreskin

Give worship while on your knees

Taken from the rear

American Haiku:

A American poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five