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.
A Song Poem:Must use one word, sentence or phrase from the chosen song. It also has to be written in the rhythm and spirit of the song... Song; Butterflies By Michael Jackson...
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Sweetness of your lips sink into mine
A hesitant before lips intertwine
That causes a sigh, and sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
To reside between the thick, of my thighs
Fingertips grip deeply into my hips
As contemplated thoughts in my mind dip
As lips sip
The sugary sweetness of a deep genteel kiss...
Naked neck flesh suckled
Knees buckle
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Breast heave forward to soft kissing, licking, and tender suckle
As soft firm lips, roams its domain
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Suckled nipples, suddenly impale past parted lips
Into the warmth of his wet wanting mouth
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Stomach muscles flex to soft kisses
That's mixed with trailing tongue lashes
That dashes
Into a downward spiral
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Legs parted
Then lifted on wide shoulders
Kisses of velvet mist on my thighs internees
Faint moans slip past parted lips
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Tongue lashes
Dashes
Marches
On folds that's swollen with wanting
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Tongue flick
Then dip
Tasting the offering of pungent clear nectar before it
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Ripples of vibrations rush into my loins
As his tongue slowly submerge into the clear wake of my wet
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings,
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Suckled squishy lips, ease an indulgent scream out my lungs
As my chest heave, stomach muscle reflex, hips jerk, then slowly gyrate
Into the rhythm of the deep lashing of his hungry tongue dips, that falls into the rising wake of my wet
As intensified sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Right leg locks behind head
Fingertips intertwine into pulled hair
Urgent dance of hips gyrate deeply
As sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Turn into intense surreal sensation of humming-bird wings
Fluttering deep in the wet, between the thick, of my thighs
Persistent quakes and shakes vibrate through my extremities
While the steadfast dip of the tip of his tongue dive into the pink depths of
my wet
Hips flail in an orgasmic rhythm
Causing suffocating breath like sounds to gurgle from his lungs
While his tongue taste the extra sweet cream of my orgasmic release
As intense sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
Reside between the thick, of my thighs
Eyes open,
His body resides at my side
His fingertips softly caress the outline of my oval-shaped breast
The feel of his rawness swell pulsating on the side of my thigh, send sensations of soft flutters of butterfly wings
To hear me, is to know me To know me, you most be close to me Close enough for your fingertips to touch my body flesh Ease them slowly around its curves Edge them through its long hair Close enough: To smell, the light fragrance of my body scent permeating into the air To hear, the quietest beat of my heart To hear, the lowest whisper of my voice To know, what I'm thinking because you were close enough to me to hear exactly the meaning of what I had to say And once you have mastered being that close to me You will know want it is to hold All of my love, in the palm of your hand... (C)1ManView
The heat of his lips, is felt pressing firmly on my neck,
His breaths of desire, breathing heavily close to my ear,
Awakens me, in the dark of the night
Aggravated moan escapes my lips,
As he push the head of his hard mass between the dryness of my lobes,
Without foreplay,
Without lube,
Without hesitation,
Without a reservation,
He pushes it into me with brute force of passion,
But it doesn't matter,
Because after years of togetherness,
It always feel so good to be waken like this,
To still be wanted like this,
To still be needed like this,
To still be lusted for like this,
To still stir the raw passion inside his soul like this
As my butt cheeks spread, his hands pull hard on the flair of my hips,
My voice cry out,
As penetrating pain rush through me,
As he pushes the swollen head of his mass, pass my tight vulva lips, into my pinkness,
Lungs groan, as his uncut mass forces itself deep inside me
Womb spasm as it feels him pull his massiveness of his hard mass out of it,
Then stroke his first thrust ever deep into me,
Causing an exhale groan to reverberate in my chest,
His second stroke makes me grunt, as the pain intensify,
His third stroke leave my womb tingling, my lungs gasping,
His forth stroke leaves my womb humming with surreal sensations,
His fifth stroke brings my womb to life, with sensations of fire,
His mass is felt swelling, meaning he won't last much longer,
But I don't care,
Because it's not about making my body come to release,
But him having me his way,
About him asserting his passion of me, on me,
About him, taking me lustfully,
About him, fulfilling his moment of desire for me,
About him, exploding his white liquified seed inside the cramp confinement of my pink walls,
About him, shaking with orgasmic tremors, while the heat of his seed penetrates into the sensitivity of my womb walls, causing my voice to scream his name,
About him, gasping for breath, as he lies on top of me, while his massive spent seed seeps pass my seams,
About him, still wanting, me,
About him, whispering "I love you so much" in my ear, after twenty years of having me like a Burger King sandwich,
