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Showing posts with label Monday Moaning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monday Moaning. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Monday moan ... Extended kiss ... Prose poem ....




Shapely legs

Covered with soft flesh 

Gently curve around my head

As my lips gingerly kiss your inner thighs

Tease them with ultra soft touches of my fingertips glide

Stoke them lightly with the tip of my tongue

And when I work the flexing tip of my tongue up between your thighs

Giving the void of your center an extended kiss

Your body tense

While your voice emits a deep sexual moan...


1Manview © 2-21– 2015

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Monday Moaning .... It's morning .... prose poem


Body stirs,
Eyes awaken,
Mind drifts from its morning daze,
As my eyes look at his face that's still focused in a morning haze,
His eyes glare is felt upon my flesh,
The kind of glare that pushes my mind into a lustful rush

It takes awhile,
For my lips to frown up into a morning smile,
But his lips soft kisses,
Never misses,
To sooth my morning mood


Tender touch reaches out and ease across the nakedness of my breast,
Softly touching the exposure of its flesh, 
Squeezing its texture all so delicately

Legs spread,
Between my body center,
His body leans,
Hardness meet wet softness,
Intruder alert awakens all my senses within,
Good morning deep thrust dive into the pink color of my wetness,
That's followed by my lungs quiet, good morning moan



1Manview © 1999 – 2015


Monday, September 22, 2014

A to Z Erotic poem challenge .. E is for Ejaculate ...


Monday morning
Eyes open to erection standing tall
Straight, thick and super hard 
Deep throbbing sides that caught me off guard

It looked so pretty
It made me feel gaiety
And when I became close and personal to it
I heard my breath purring like a baby kitty

Mind couldn't reconcile 
To fuck it
Suck it
Get on top and buck on it
Then in a flash I decided to rub it

Quick licks
Long lashing flicks
Got his throbbing girth wet real quick

His eyes opened and watched the show
When my grip slowly slid down his shaft
His hands into the sheets he did grab
His back bowed
His length and thickness started to grow
All signs that he was already about to blow

Lips quick suck
Made his hips buck
His toes curl and tuck
His voice to moan "Oh fuck"

Hand slipped up and down his wet girth like it was a trombone
While my eyes watch his white see ejaculate out the head of his throne
Watching where it had flown
As his voice graveled and groaned

Lips suckle on his girth
For all their worth
While the last of his hot seed land
On the side of my hand

Lips suck hard on his limp cock
Bringing it back to tall and hard as granite rock
This time my sex didl hop
On his harden throne top
Where my hard gyrating hips did not stop
Until my body shiver, shake then flopped

Eyes open and he pulls out his wet limp bone,
We smile, cuddle and kiss,
While our lungs quietly Monday moan...



1Manview © 9-21– 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Monday Moaning... Morning erection ....


Eyes spy on morning erection,
That's pointing straight at my eyes direction,
While in desired need of stimulated correction

Covers carefully removed,
Lips drool,
For a taste of his white liquid fuel

Lips, 
Sip,
On the tip,
Of leaking phallus

As my head bob and weave,
His body awakens in sexual greed,
That soon turns into wanting need

Tasty white clear creamy pre-cum,
Leaks heavenly on tongue,
As soft lips slid on the run,
Down his shaft flesh, that's harder then the steel barrel of a gun

Cheeks become hollow,
While my mouth swallow,
The complete collection,
Of the length of his hard morning erection

Script is flipped
As his erection pushes pass moist plump lips,
Between my wanting hips

His erection thrust are slow and measured,
Giving me the feel of every inch of his shaft pleasure, 
While it thrust deep into the wet swell of my pink treasure

Walls clench,
Hard girth flitch

Monday morning moans,
Are soon gone,
As my hips correction,
Of his shaft wrongful direction,
Ends in his creamy white seed ejection,
Into my womb warm reception

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Monday Moaning .. D is for Deep licks .. (Monday morning )

Mondays,

Looming, glooming of the beginning,
The beginning of a work week,
The beginning of the working meek,
The beginning of school days,
The beginning of all things that associate with Monday's,
That will not go our way

My body lies in the middle of the bed with the feel of useless weight holding it down,
Eyes flicker, but does not focus,
Deep breaths of none aspiration flow pass my lips,
As I tell my mind to get a grip,
And my body to lift up these sleeping curvy hips,
But instead, my body just lay here like a dead in the water ship

The bed moves as "he", sits down by my feet,
So use to the Monday me, he doesn't bother to even greet,
So handsome he looks when freshly shaved and his short beard trimmed, 
He looks great even though the lighting in here is dim,
For a split second, my body thought about getting up, and getting a big hug from him

Planted foot in his back beckons a at least a stare from his eyes,
But instead of a stare, his eyes seem to take a quick gaze at the outline of my thighs, 
Then his eyes look up at me, as if he hadn't seen me for a such a long, long, time

A smile crowds his face, 
His body turn towards me, 
His eyes actually look at me, as if it was me they really wanted to see,
Without saying a word, he gently ease his fingers up my left leg, 
As eyes glance up, I couldn't believe it, the out line of his penis, look like it was stiff as a wooden peg

Down the center of my inner thigh, his touch lingers, as his mind seem to be some distance away, 
As if he had something other then I racing though his thoughts for today, 
For a hot second, I thought I was going to be his trophy fish to be caught,
But today is like any other day with us, so there's no reason for my mind to become distraught,
Suddenly his eyes become focus as he look deep into the brown of my eyes, 
While his soft touch ease across the velvet softness of the sensitive flesh, of my inner thighs

My center was taut and dry like my thoughts of Monday morning,
But his actions stayed focused, and my folds became moist without forewarning,
Fingertips on his right hand awakening my folds with a tender touch, 
A touch I didn't realize, my body, mind, and soul, had missed so much,
His left hand softly strummed across a nipple tip that was peaking towards the sky,
His touch was so surreal, my eyes swelled with moisture as if to cry


Without lifting up my gown, his head slipped under it, 
When his mouth covered the swell of my pouting lips, my body quivered in a fit, 
Legs trembled when the slippery tip of his tongue slipped into my awakened divine,
The tip of his tongue, was met with the sweet taste of my clear nectar wine,
When his tongue slipped deeper into the building moistness of my sex, 
Tears of rapture running down my cheeks, I did not expect

Legs opened wider, 
As his tongue rode my sex like a rough rider,
Guttural moans I haven't heard in years, 
Ended up, sounding more like enchanted cheers

Slow, deep licks, eased up and down my slit center,
Awakening my sex from its long ice age winter,
His actions were as if we had all the time in the world for prolong gratifying sex, 
While his tongue made my sex a quivering wreck,
But we only had minutes to knock out what should be a quickie,
With his hard as steel dick inside me,
But instead he was taking his sweet time, 
With a slithering tongue that felt so sublime,
It made my hips involuntary, deeply grind

His actions were slow and gentle, as he slowly brought my body up to speed,
Making sure he was satisfying all my body sexual needs,
As his tongue swept through my center, my vulva lips became plump and glistered with passion sweat,
Shear sensations made my hips lift, my body quiver, every time my vulva lips and his tongue met,
Quiet deep ratcheting moans rattled in my chest, 
As his tongue deeply probed into the sea of my pinkness

Legs wrap around his head with a vise grip,
As his tongue lashed deep into my sex with the speed of a bull whip

While my hands pull on the back of his head, 
The wet walls of my womb is deeply feed, 
With as much of his tongue that will slide,
Into the wet wake of my pink divine

pushing his face as deep as possible into my sex,
Hips pump back and forth wildly,
As my sex ground hard and deep on his tongue
  
Breath hitch,
Scream swallowed,
Body tense then straighten like a wooden plank, 
As an orgasm slowly lifted from my center origin, 
Race through my body,  then explode like a newton bomb,
My mind goes blank, as the rapturous orgasm scream through my extremities,
While my body shake and quake in a uncontrolled tremor of blissfulness

Stop, stop, my voice gravel in a coarse whisper, as my sex becomes acutely sensitive to his tongue deep probing,
But he won't relinquish, he keeps licking my sex deep,
Making my body buck like a wild bucking stallion

Catch my breath, catch my breath, race through my mind while my body deeply convulse on the tip of his deep slashing tongue,
Suddenly his tongue stops slashing, and his lips suck my swollen lips deep into his mouth,
Causing a crying audible scream to lift into the air


Hips suddenly lift up, as legs straddled over his shoulder, follow his lifting body,
Wait, wait, my voice plea, as the feel of his harden sex probing at my sex opening is felt,
But without reservation, he impale his hard sex deep within my wetness, with one hard steady thrust of his hips

My voice is strangled into a hush, as my body writhe tight,
An orgasm from my soul reaches outward and explode like the forthcoming of a black hole,
My body quakes uncontrollable as the enormity of his sex thrust deep in and out the center of my haven,
His sex probed falls so deep down my center, it was as if the head of his shaft, was going to root in my depths, 
It touched my femininity like he hadn't in time that had long gone bye,
The hellacious sensations of rapture brought tears to my eyes, 
While encouraging my voice to call out his name, each time his sex rooted deep into my sex depths 

Harder, 
Harder,
Deeper, my voice begged him to plunged his harden sex into mine,
His girth was felt swelling, his length reached deeper into my private space,
Faster, harder my voice pleaded once again,
The exhilarating sensations caused repetitive orgasms to sweep through my body,
But when the exhilarating sensations became more then my body could bare, 
I begged him to cum

Deep pulsation of his sex shaft on my womb walls, let me know his aspirations was about to cum,
A sudden deep penetrating thrust pushed the voice out of my lungs,
As the start of his ejaculation, put his hot seed on the run

While his sex was buried deep inside my wet depths, 
His thick, creamy, hot white seed, ejaculated into the dark of my fathoms

Hips rotate in a small tight circle, as my pink walls surround his size with tautness,
A long deep moan aspirated form his lungs, 
As his body quake, while his sex pulsated hard like someone beating a drum,
The feel of his hot seed was felt running down my thighs,
As his enormity came to its demise,
After a deep dying breath, 
Time slip by us, as we slept,
We woke up with our minds still bathing in the euphoria of our love,

Damn, this will be the first time in many years that not only I'll be late for work, 
But walk into work with a smile on my face, with the rapturous feel of my man between my thighs, and a quiet moan resting in my throat....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday, August 25, 2014

Monday moaning .. D is for Desired moan ...






Fingertips grip lace panties seams

Hips lift

Panties are slowly tugged down shapely legs

Head turn

Eyes look up

Face blush

Lips part

Lungs quietly gasp, as if its the first time your eyes has ever glanced at the privacy of my sex

The hungry desire of me illuminating in the back of your eyes, 

Made my body flesh melt, my voice profoundly moan...

1Manview © 8-23 – 2014

Monday, August 18, 2014

A to Z erotic poem challenge ... D is for Dream waker ... Monday moaning


Last night I had a dream

A dreamed of you


Your bald head rising up from the security of its blanket

Stretching its body to fullness 

Its eye search for the center of my heat 

Once found, it forcefully opens my haven closed door


Its head of armor push the swell of my arch open

Then abruptly push through its center 

Elongating its corridor with its length


Its hard girth then rub on my corridor tender pink pliable surface 
until it tears

Awakening me from a silent night dream

Into a daylight of screams

With my eyes wide open...



1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday, August 4, 2014

Monday moaning... C is for Cords (Electric guitar) ...


Fingertips strokes my exposed flesh like I'm a electric guitar

Gently

Softly 

Easing up and down my strings

Striking my every cord with precise licks

First slow and easy

Then faster, to a mellow jazzy pace

As my song nears its completion

Fingertips strum over the most sensitive cord between the softness of my inner thighs

Compelling my voice to hit its highest note

Until my voice scream in silence

Leaving my body deeply reverberating inside..






1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday, May 19, 2014

Caress ... Prose poem ...



Eyes loving stare, gingerly rake over the nakedness of flesh,

A moment before his soft, moist, suckling kisses, tenderly rain on the nape of neck,

Fingertips gentleness, is felt deeply massaging the soft folds between the firmness of my thighs,

Making them swell and glister in sexual heat, 

While my body goes limp, in sexual submit,

Thighs pressed open,

Rock hard mass is felt, caressing the swell of swollen folds,

Briefly before it roughly intrude into the softness of my core center,

Extorting a lingering moan, pass my parted lips...


1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Monday Moaning ... Power head ... Prose poem ......



Forward thrust,
Makes my head lean upward,
Forces the air out my lungs,
My lips to part open,
All while my mind is blanketed with electrified sensations of surrealism

He takes his time,
To fill my opening with his raw intentions,
With his measured strokes,
May it be short,
May it be long
May it be soft
Or deep and hard like the last one

His rhythm constantly changes,
The only constance is its smoothness,
Its preciseness,
Of its delivery

If he wants me to moan,
To groan
To beg for more,
His stroke changes its intensity,
The depth it falls inside my prize,
The angle he presents it between my thighs

He's in the position of control,
The position to weld his power,
To demand of my body,
To contempt my soul,
But the next time,
It will be my body in control,
It will be me making his body squirm,
His lungs scream ...




1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday, March 17, 2014

Monday Moaning .... Splendor .....


This image is of sexy lunna, from her blog: http://aguadelunna.blogspot.com/


Out of the density of the dark shadows,

The nakedness of my body quietly wonder,

Into the dim light, were your body awaits,

My eyes fixate on your body soft curves,

The fullness of your ample breast

The roundness of your firm backside,

The plumpness of your protruding sex, that's centered between the creamy flesh of your thick firm thighs, 

My body hesitate while kneeling behind your backside, 

Then slowly thrust the shadow of my hard pride, 

Into the moist heated darkness,

Of your wanting lust ....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014