A to Z Erotic poem challenge .... F is for Flicktasous ...... Monday moaning

Wet tongue tip, wash over the tip of her nipple,
Making it rise like home made bread in an hot oven,
Gasping air escape her lips,
As risen nipple is suckle between the warmth of his needy lips

Her body writhe,
Her legs lightly tremble,
As long fingertips ease between the lust of her wanting thighs

Back arch, as the descent of his tongue is felt,
Easing down the smooth flat wash of her stomach,
A muffled cry is heard leaving her chest, as his tongue part the dense trimmed forest between her legs, and wash across the swell of her moistened vulva lips,
Deep inhaling gasp is heard, moments before a deep audible moan exhale past parted lips,
As his tongue taste the deep wet depths, of the sanctuary of her pink sex...

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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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Head Day ...... Tattle Tale Trail ... (Revisited)

All day its been patiently standing next to me,

With the beats of its heavy heart, pulsating on my leg,

The weight of its flight, 

kept reminding me of its plight

I can feel Its ache of hunger to please,

Its not stop will to dive into hot tight places

I can't wait for you to reach out for it,

To hold it,

To caress it with your gentle soft touch,

To slowly stroke it, while your lips warm it from the bottom up,

To envolope it, while caressing it with the softness of your moisten lips,

Bath it in your mouth warm moist heat,

Taste its smooth white creamy offering, after it loses its sweet mind, 

From enduring too much of your suffocating oral pleasure...

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Head Day ......... Just for me ....... Prose poem ...

Soft wrap of fingertips, secured its pulsing rapture,

Stroking its sides slowly, firmly, tenderly,

Bringing it to a complete wholeness of fullness

Inhale was my breath,

Vibrating was my legs,

As sear sensations projected through my loins,

Contested up my spine

Rhythm steady,

Grip firm,

Scrotum squeezed, while tongue tease the tip of

my distended membrane,

Fingertips enmesh deeply into her hair

Lips encircle,

Heart beats with urgency,

Voice become numb form unbearable pleasure pain,

As head gestures slowly move back and forth,

Easing soft wet lips over the velvet soft flesh of swollen membrane

Lips manipulate,

Fingertips tingle-late, 

As motions of gesture sends my body to the edge of orgasmic completion

Body cling to sensations of pleasurable affliction,

Toes curl,

Buttocks tighten,

Legs involuntarily vibrate,

As swirling sensations bombard the inside of my loins

Lips gip tighter,

Rhythm of gestures quickens,

Body becomes compliant,

Loins flood then explode

Shakes inhibits body movements,

As violent expulsion of white substance,

Ejaculates into the heat of her mouth

Vision blurred,

Lungs burn,

Drum beats articulate from my heart,

Legs too weak to stand,

Again, anticipates through my mind

1Manview © 1999 – 2013