Frictional Climax... Prose poem ...

Fragments of his imagination, 

Has conquered up visual image of your body,

To enhance the ache deep inside his loins

Harden girth strains against the velvet soft flesh that surrounds it,

It reaches out in lustful heights,

It throbs in desire pain,

While weeping clear liquid through its vertical slit

Suppressed Inner moan,

Reaches out of the dark,

Into the light of open space,

As fingertips grip the harden growth between his legs

At first they slide gingerly up and down its span,

Causing sensations to rush into his loins,

While his mind concentrate on the imagery of your curves,

The softness of your flesh,

The feel of the pull of your full soft lips,

As they ease up and down the velvet soft flesh that covers his cock length

Burning sensations heighten inside his loins,

As pressure builds up like steam trapped in a steam pipe,

Waiting for the steam valve to open suddenly, 

So it's rapid escape could explode into the atmosphere

As his eyes opened,

His loins contents is seen spilled over the sheets,

His heart is felt racing like a race horse inside his chest,

Raptured feelings of release sensations, had left a peaceful calm inside his loins

After a deep long breath,

His mind thought of you for one last time,

Then put the memory of your body image, to the back of his mind,

While hoping the next time, when his eyes open,

It will be your soft flesh they see lying next to him,

It will be your deep sexual moans his ears hear,

Moments before he ejaculate his hot white seed, deeply inside the tight pink walls,

Between the firmness of your thighs..

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Touch me Thursday .... Desperate ways (1) ... Prose poem

I would like for you to know, how much I'm missing you,

Missing the soft firm feel of your fingertips, roaming over the bareness of my flesh,

While tenderly touching all my spots that need to be touched, in the way I like to be touched

I would like for you to know, how much I miss your manly stud,

Its rigid elongatedness penetrating deep into my darken depths,

Its girth stretching my insides to the edge of their worthiness,

The passion pain of having intercourse with the likes of my well hung stud

I would like for you to know, I'm miserably, desperately, sexually, horny,

And I'm doing what I have to do to relieve it all by myself, 

Because you are not here, 

To delicately touch me there,

And bring forth the lightening, thunder and rain, residing inside my thighs....

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Monday Moaning ..... In hand ...... Prose poem .....

In the middle of a sentence, he kissed me,

Soft, with firmness,

Tenderly, but with passion warmth

Breath hitched, 

Hands drifted to my sides idled,

My legs became soft as putty moist,

My mind went to a place I only know when he is near me

Neck, 

Shoulder,

Covered breast, became a victim of his docile kisses,

My world twirled,

My liquid pooled in my center space

Fingertips wondered under my panties elastic,

They touched me softly here, they touched me firmly there,

Each touch felt more sensuous then the last

My breath flowed quickly past his ear, as he held my body all so close to his bosom, 

While his fingertips roamed my hills, my valleys, my erect mountain tops, 

When they dipped into the wake of my moisten pool, he whispered into my ear, 

I'm going to make you cum

My body rose up on it's toes,

My breath inhaled deeply, then abruptly came to an end,

My body shook, as a whole,

"My soul came, audaciously" ...

1Manview © 1999 – 2013