Saturday Seduction ...... Desires........ Haiku/ Nonet Poems (Corrected)

Haiku;

Firmness meets my grip,

Pink texture slides past my lips

Surrendering moans

Nonet;

Firm soft breast with harden pink nipple

Surrounded by a fluid grip

Temps the tip of a pink tongue

Moist heat surrounds it's sides

As sweeping kisses

Start gasping moans

Quaking flesh

Urgent

Moans

A Nonet Poem:

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
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Monday Moaning .......... Spring Rain........ Haiku poem

Lips soft as spring air

Wilting heat of summer breeze

Brought in the fall rain

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Monday Moaning ....... Within ......... Prose poetry

Clear weeping fluid from missing its absence, seep past swollen folds,

Fragrant scent, deliberated from excitement within, hovers in the air,

Gasping moan, massage air passage way, as the swollen head of his extension

parts the pedals of her sexual flower

Back and forth, the extension of him, push and pull inside her wake,

Disturbing the peaceful calm inside the small crevice between her legs,

While her body rides up and down on top of his,

While hips gyrate in their preferred sexual dance,

In a chosen rhythm that will cause the peaceful calm inside her domain, 

To cry its rain in a downpour,

In hope to smother the fire burning inside their aching loins

Moans, groans filtrate the air,

As tight tug on large,

That pushes back and forth through tight, tightest grip

Sanction scream embarks from her lungs,

As fire extinguish fire, bringing a calm to within ...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Spankker (pt 2 0f 3) ......

Smack-OOH, smack-OOH  smack, smack,OOH-OOW,

Oh how I hate him this very second for putting pain on my azz, a blazing fire in my loins, and wanting in my soul, all without a word of why

As tears rain from my womb, a single tear clench to my eyelid,

My mind ponders, is it a tear of pain, or a tear of passion?

Confusion clouds my thinking, as I feel it dangling from my eyelid,

And if he doesn't stop spanking me soon, it will rain tears from above my waist, just like it does below it

Silence becomes the room,

My ears listens for his voice, but only hear the deep ragged breaths coming from my mouth,

As much as my mind wants to know why this is happening to me,

I dare ask him again

Soft touches ease over my fiery buttocks, soothing it with tenderness,

As my lungs gasp for a deep breath of air, I feel his hardness pushing up into my stomach,

I feel its heavy girth throbbing against my flesh, 

I feel its length pushing up against me,

I want it so badly inside my heat, 

I lust to feel it's swollen head push open my gate,

Its roundness fill the empty void inside my womb, 

Its length touch the back of my womb depths,

Its inner eruption, ejaculate globs of its hot white seed to the point it completely paint my pink walls white

Tiny shivers run up my spine as his fingertips roam gingerly across the glow of my backside,

My breathing has calmed, my mind has cleared, as soothing sensations rush through my extremities

My mind no longer dwell on his silence, it just focus on the mixture of sensations floating inside it,

Sensations that has brought peace to my body

My milky thighs open permissively,

A single fingertip slides up the center on my slit, as it slowly circle my clit, my legs start to vibrate,

My breath becomes unsteady, 

My womb feels like a volcano ready to spill its molten lava,

His touch is deliberately slow, so not to waken the volcano inside me, but yet keep my orgasmic flow on edge,

Moans escaping in the room echoes off the wall, 

A sudden gentle push slides my body down to the floor on all fours... 

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Head Day ...... Lick ...... Prose Poem ....

Adored,

Is the way your tongue flick across the smooth bare surface of my 

sleeping manhood,

Awakening it to a rigid stance with delicate licks on its sensitive edge, like a kitten licking sugar sweeten cream

Adored,

Is the way you spiral your tongue downward, leaving a trail of heated moister down its rock hard pulsating sides, 

Then tease it with lightening quick licks on my scrotum, making my lungs gasp from the surreal sensations, and when you are finish with your playful tease, you make my body writhe by inhaling my scrotum into the heat of your mouth, while holding it captive with just the right pressure between your soft lips, enchanting the sensations by waltzing the tip of your tongue gingerly across its surface

Adored,

Is the way you make my heart race,

My body squirm and contort,

My legs twitch and jerk, 

My lungs inhale deeply to catch its breath,

Then, you do it all over again

Adored, 

Is the way, you do what you do best, 

And that's take the swollen head of my affliction, and suck it into the moist heat of your mouth, 

And then ease it slowly back and forth,

Back and forth, against the soft flesh on the underside of your lips,

Until you feel its swell push against your lips tight grip, moments before it rewards your efforts with sweet white cream, 

From the center of my core...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Happy Moanday..... Slurp ...... Prose Poem

Mmmm, It feels so good,

Feeling its elongated sides sliding past my lips,

The unwrinkled texture of its soft flesh, leaving its satisfying taste in my mouth:

Satisfying my hunger, while its inner warmth conflagrate a trail over my palette

And the there's the indulgence of pleasure I perceive in my ears, as my lips slurp loudly, hungrily, vigorously, while enjoying my devouring of every ounce of it,

Just before its creamy white texture, slithers down the center of my wanting throat...

Subsequent Musing (After Thoughts) .....Picture Poem....(Prose Style)

Darkness encompass my mind,

Absent light, besiege my body,

While enigmatic despair, envelops my being,

As the you and I; the we,

The us thoughts, crowds my mind

You,

So far away from sight,

Yet,

Less then a distant memory

As my eyes see you up close in my mind:

The hue of dark brown in your eyes,

The extent of your hair,

The distinctive shape of your nose,

That smile, that's deeply embedded into your lips,

The manly swagger of your body, moments before you took my will,

Surrendering my body to yourself, for the moment of that time

When I awaken this morning,

My nostrils inhaled your scent that lingered on my tear stained pillow,

Where my head will rest alone, on every waking night that I will endure without the persona_ of you,

While missing the absence of your body, missing the essence of you

Thoughts of our one more last kiss,

Brings back the sweet taste, that still lingers on my lips,

The memory of weaken knees, as the strength of your arms embrace pulls my body nearer to yours,

Nearer so tight, my lungs felt as if collapse,

Abstaining me, from taking a single breath

My cheeks still feel the softness of you face, gently caressing mine, as your lungs inhaled my essence one last time,

I can still feel the strum of your thumb, as it gingerly wipe away a single tear, which had escaped from my eyes,

As we said our doleful goodbyes

Soft deep breaths gently heave my breast,

As thoughts of your delicate touch, instantly brings back memories,

Of soft soothing sensations, easing across the naked flesh that stretches over my body extremities,

Tingling all my body sensations, tantalizing my mind with shivers of after shocks,

Taking the will of my mind from leader, to follower

To follow what you had to give

To follow the wants, that you took,

As my mind and body surrendered, to all your temptations

My flesh still tingles from the wet trail the tip of your tongue laced over my body flesh,

From the heights of its mountains, to the low of its valleys,

The round of its hills, to the depths of its river,

That led to surrendered shudders of ecstasy unknown

Wet, is the feel between my thighs,

As my mind recalls the fire within being doused repeatedly by your offering,

How the flames refuse to extinguish, but your fortitude pursuit of entering the flames again and again was none stoppable, until your manly coat of wet white seed finally conquered them, leaving my body in a dead smoldering heap

Then you bestowed upon my lips, a loving kisses of feather softness, that brought my mind, body, and soul, back to you,

Where it laid in a tranquil calm in the embrace of your loving arms,

As we waited for the sleep of dark, to envelope the beings of us

I use to ponder on the saying "Parting is such sweet sorrow"

Because what is so sweet about parting with someone who is your essence for living?

But I realize now that the sweet, will be in your return,

A return that's far in the distance, but never the less, a return that will pull my soul forever out of the darkness,

And back into the embrace, of your unabridged love...