Monday Moaning .... Just fək me ... Erotic prose (Corected)

Hips gyrate,

Pushing my swelling immensity deep into the warm wake of your womb,

Soft moans and whispered coos drift into my ear,

While measured strokes ease In and out,

Back and forth, inside the moist soft coven between your thighs

Passion rises,

Lust rage,

Love cushions the inner storm,

As hearts start to race with urgency

Tears of sweat ease down my face, then drop on your soft flesh,

Each drip feels like an explosion on your flesh surface,

As sensitivity of your tender flesh kicks into overdrive

My arms pull your body tighter into mines,

Yours pull our bodies together even tighter,

Making our bodies feel as one,

While maximizing my thrust penetration into your wake turbulence 

Soft kisses bite with deep sensations,

Soft rake of nails, across butt flesh, leaves a jagged trail of blood,

Soft bite on breast flesh, causes a passion scream of pain, as teeth leaves an indention in breast tender flesh,

Slight pull of hair, cause head to jerk hard backwards, as hair roots feel as if being pulled out

As the burning fusion of pain between our legs, aren't enough to satisfy our urge of wanting

My sex size intrude deeper into your sex,

Your sex surrounds my sex with its warmth and tightness,

Causing an optimum friction of pleasure-pain

No switching of positions are going too be needed,

No flexing of backs,

No twisting of torso,

No riding upright like a cowgirl or cowboy,

No darting of tongues, 

No back door,  with balls loudly slapping the back of your firm behind,

Is needed to appreciate the blissful orgasms of passion in the missionary position

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Happy Hump day .. Thoughts illusive ... Picture poem

Last night,

My mind had illusional thoughts of you, 

Humping between the void in the center of my thighs

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Head day .... Succumb ...... Prose poem (short)

Take me deep,

Between the softness,

of your lips,

Make me moan,

in delight,

Make me groan,

in pleasure pain,

Until I release,

in the agony of desire 

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Monday Moaning ..... Without drift .... Prose poem ...

The tip of my oar,

Calmly dip in the calm of your wake,

Slowly dipping its head in its warm wetness,

Forging my boat forward

As the head of my oar dip deep into your clear wake,

Inner storm appear,

Calm waves become rough,

And slash hard against your shoreline,

Rocking my boat up and down in your rough seas,

Until the flurry of my inner storm comes to a release,

A release that brings peace and calm back to your wake

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Head day .... Deep throat ... Haiku ....

Ejaculating

Release hot cum in my throat

A hard cock will do

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Monday Moaning .... Just fək me ... Erotic prose

Hips gyrate,

Pushing the immensity of my swell, deep into the warm wake of your womb,

Soft moans and whispered coos drift into my ear,

While measured strokes ease In and out,

Back and forth, inside the moist soft coven between your thighs

Passion rises,

Lust rage,

Love cushions the inner storm,

As hearts start to race with urgency

Tears of sweat ease down my face, then drop on your soft flesh,

Each drip feels like an explosion on your flesh surface,

As the sensitivity of your tender flesh kicks into overdrive

My arms pull your body tighter into mines,

Yours pull our bodies together even tighter,

Making our bodies feel as one,

While maximizing the penetration of my thrust into the turbulent of your wake

Soft kisses bite with deep sensations,

Soft rake of nails, across butt flesh, leaves a jagged trail of blood,

Soft bite on breast flesh, causes a passion scream of pain, as teeth leaves an indention in breast tender flesh,

Slight pull of hair, cause head to jerk hard backwards, as hair roots feel as if being pulled out

As the burning fusion of pain between our legs, aren't enough to satisfy our urge of wanting

My sex size intrude deeper into your sex,

Your sex surrounds my sex with its warmth and tightness,

Causing a friction of optimum pleasure pain

No switching of positions are needed,

No flexing of backs,

No twisting of torsos,

No riding like a cowgirl or cowboy,

No darting of tongue, 

No back door,  with balls loudly slapping the back of your firm behind, to appreciate the blissfulness of orgasms of passion, 

In the missionary position

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Monday Moaning ... Touch .....

The touch is mine,

Soft docile, precise

The fantasy is of you,

To bring my focus to the point of origin I need,

I want, 

I must have

To start the emergence, 

Of my first moan...

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Sex ... Picture poem in Prose ...

Nose to nose,

Lips to lips,

Eyes observing yours,

While hips gyrate,

In the rhythm of my need,

In the urgency of my lust,

In the depths of my wants,

Thrusting the solid hard mass between my legs,

Deep into the soft moist flesh that's colored pink,

Between yours

On each deep penetrating stoke of my hard mass,

Into the moist warm confine of your womb,

Long exhaling breaths emanate from your lungs,

Then pierce into my ears,

Driving my wants higher,

Making my needs greedier,

While lust consumes my thoughts

Thrust after thrust my penile falls into the wetness of your womb,

Your legs lift,

Your breath hitch,

The collapse of your walls tighten their grip,

Around the solidification of my core

Lungs softly moan, 

While others audibly groan,

As our bodies hump in synchronization 

My body shoves yours downward,

While your body thrust mine upward,

Pushing our sex tighter into each other,

Until the complexity of release,

Comes to a complete

Wet sweat, 

Drips on top of wet flesh,

Wet kiss, 

Pierce between the softness of parted lips,

As my hard ejaculating liquid seed.

Ejaculates deep into the collective moisture,

Of your pink wet depths

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Monday Moaning ........ Things that make me moan ... Prose poetry ...

Beats of its heart, pulsating in my hand,

Its outer layer softness, sliding pass lips that are immensely swollen,

The penetration of its bulbous head, opening the outer door of my wanting honey flower,

Dives of its steel hardness, into the calm of my wake depths, that causes a aftermath of quakes,

Initiating the moans, that reverberate inside my lungs  

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Morning after ..... Sensual prose ....

In the center of the mirror she stood,

With a smile on her face all she could,

Her heart full of love,

As the morning sun shined from above

Eyes did admire a pendant that shined between her bosoms,

A reminder of what she meant to him,

A keepsake that would always shine and never dim,

It would not be the cost of it,

Nor the shine of the large diamonds that was installed in it,

But the way he gave it to her in the morning after the glow of last night

Her gown she opened wide,

Admiring the marks of the night of passion of her, he had left behind,

Marks of dark pale red that showed his hunger of her, was ample around and on her bosoms,

Marks that would fade in time, but every time she would look at her pendant, it would bring back the vision of the marks, the memory of the feelings he had left lingering on her body

Feeling of his hands ripping off her panties that were the color of pink off her hips,

Feelings of his lips showering her body of whole with soft moist kisses,

Making her body contort from side to side, 

Feelings of her back arching up, as his lips kissed moist droplets of her lubricate off her center opening,

Feelings of how his center kisses made her eyes cry in passion pleasure, the pink walls of her womb weep in lust, while leaving the taste of her being imbedded inside his mouth

Her eyes closed as she still felt his fingertips following the shape of her neck, his thumbs strum alone the lift of her inherit high cheek bones moments before a gentle pull on her head, pulled parted lips into a kiss of softness, of deepness,

A kiss that sent her world reeling, a kiss that started a fire deep inside her, a kiss that spelled the word love across the flesh of her rapid beating heart

Her body shivered as thoughts of his hands tenderly opening her legs wider, then gently ease up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs

Goose bumps now run up her spine, as she visioned his naked body slowly falling into the crotch of her fully exposed body,

The remembrance of his swollen manhood pushing open her mussy lips, silently made her moan, 

Moisture starts to gather between her thighs, as the feel of his girth slowly falling inside her tight opening while stretching the soft pink flesh of her walls to the point of pleasure pain, rushed into her mind, 

Again and again he would thrust the outer soft flesh of his hard manhood inside her, making her voice cry out in passion, moan in lust, scream in wanting him to never stop, as he took her from the front, took her deeply from behind while she was on all four, then tenderly took her while they spooned, until he rocked them both to sleep

Eyes awaken with the rising sun,

Not to find him next to her, but to find the beauty of a pendent around her neck,

A symbol to remind her how much he loves her, a symbol that every time she looks at it, it will remind her of the morning after

The morning after he made tender sweet love to her, 

The same sweet love he has made to her for the many years they have been together, the same sweet love he shall make to her for their eternity ,,,

Eyes widen as she felt his loving embrace surround her body, 

A smile crosses her lips, as the heat of a soft kiss ease on the flesh of her neck,

Rapturous moan is swallowed in her throat, as his passion for her push deep inside the flames between her legs ....

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Kiss me there once again ..... ( Head day) ... Prose poem

Lips lingered on my forehead, leaving an impression of tingling sensations of a soft kiss on its flesh,

Docile fingertips strummed gently alone the line of my cheek bone,

After the tip of his nose leaned tenderly on mine, his lips kissed mine with the heat of pure passion

Knees buckled,

Breath inhaled, 

Chest heaved,

The pit of my stomach burns with desire fire

His body is pulled tight into mine,

The hardening spot between his legs are surround by my wanting thighs, as my hips pushed deep against it

Buttons are forcefully pulled open,

Zippers are yanked downward,

Cloths are dragged off bodies

Uncomfortable floor became comfortable,

Hot kisses flowed on my neck,

Tongue tip flickered on my towering nipples,

Stomach button is swept clean by his sweeping tongue tip,

Thighs are teased with flickers of his hot tongue, quick suction of his insatiable lips,

Back arches as plumb lobes are suckled into the warmth of his mouth,

An articulating moan exit my throat, as his lips kissed me there once again ....

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