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Thursday, October 21, 2021

Fall for you - Sensual Prose Song Poem - revised

 

A Song Poem is a poem that is written from a song, 
Using a phrase, sentence, or word from that song. 
It must also be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song:

Continuous, display of moonbeams shining through the windowpane,

Interrupts the darkness of the cramped bedroom

Where you and I lay quietly intertwined in the position of spoon

Dolce fingertips play my flesh like the scales of a Baby Grand Piano,

Making my body shiver, tremble, twist with nowhere to go,

As the strength in your arm holds me steady,

While surreal foreplay makes my body ready,

But this time, I feel something completely different inside myself than before,

I feel as if,

I might be falling


Deep kisses that mesmerize my mind,

Is sweeter than the most expensive red wine,

And when your embrace encircles itself around my body,

Usually, I only felt the sensations of thrill,

But tonight, it's much more than a perception 

I feel like the sum of my soul is content

Like you are the one intended to trip me

So I would fall


Each time your deep thrust falls deeper into my stormy demise,

My mind ponders, is this wise,

To let this lustful relationship continue,

Unless I unequivocally see the same feelings in you,

Because I think I could be

Falling


When I call out your name,

It's no longer a game

When I give you my all

Please don't let me fall

Because making love to you feel so good,

Like concentric love should,

When you have -

Fallen


My heart constantly beats steady,

Telling me, I'm ready,

To fall in love,

And beloved,

With your presence,

So please be a gentleman and catch me,

As I profoundly fall

In love with you 



©1ManView

Thursday, June 3, 2021

Saturday seduction: In the air tonight - Sensual Song Poem - (Corrected)

Summer, warm breeze, floats through the black window screens,
Followed by the hue of red, blue, and bright yellow, of the sun rays running away from the dark that surrounds the glow of the moonlight

Anticipation,
Fear.
Wanting.
Excitement.
Torment my inner feelings,
As dear friends prepare to become forever-lovers

Kids that played cowboys and Indians,
Me, always the cowgirl tied up to the tree,
You, always the cowboy, coming to my rescue

I remember, the first time we met,
You, the new kid on the block, running down the street,
Me, running towards you, acting like I did not see you,
Head on, we met, and we both lost our two front teeth,
Not knowing that at that moment, life had brought us together, to become more than just friends

I remember,
Two friends, who bedrooms faced each other,
Two friends, who stood at their windows and shared the bright moonlight glow, in the still of the night,
Two friends, who kept each other company at the windows, as the thunderstorms shook their homes, with all its might,
Two friends, who loved the feel of the cool summer night breeze, as it gently flowed through their window screens, onto their tiny faces, as they shared a smiling stare of friendship.

But now,
A once boy is now a full-grown man,
Tall, sleek, muscular, gentle,
Embraces the soft flesh of a woman, whose once vertical girly figure is now full of feminine curves, whose once short curly hair now directly flows over the shoulder of an idealistic woman 

Tonight, the moment has come,
A moment, I have waited for such a long time, 
A moment where we become more than friends,
A moment, of a start of a new life together,
A moment, I have dreamed of most of my life,
Where you and I unite as one

Shaky fingertips, ease over washboard stomach,
As unsteady fingers stroke over bare round breast flesh,
A deep soft kiss steadied our nerves,
As a rush of lust gathers in our loins

Hearts race,
Bodies, presume the missionary position,
A memorable pain follows penetration,
A pain that turns into an unforgettable pleasure,
As the thunder of love, passion, and lust, rushes through our souls
I've been waiting for this, for such a long time,
Waited, all this time, to make love to you,
Waited, all this time, for you, to make love to me
Summer breeze gradually blows across our bodies,
As we lay close to the window,
Fingertips mesh as one,
As bodies intertwine, 
Gentle deep strokes fall slowly in my mist,
Sensations of wants grip my soul,
Whispers of love, seek my ears,
As strokes of a genteel friend slowly falls between my legs, with the passion of a lover.

A lover, who unites us as one,
A lover, who like I, has waited for this all his life

Lips urgently greet deeply,
Hips gyrate hard, fast, and furious,
The sensation of his swell penetrating the dark depths inside me sends my body into convulsions.

Hips gyrate quicker,
Minds flash of the past,
A tied-up damsel, a hero, coming to her rescue,
A memory that will last forever, just like this moment of feeling his forthcoming

He is coming inside me for the very first time tonight,
A coming that consummates us as husband and wife,
A moment, we have waited for all our life's


A song poem is a poem written in a preferred form of poetry from a chosen song. It must use a phrase, sentence, or directive word from that song. It also has to be written in the melody, rhythm and dictated spirit of that song...

1ManView © 2012--2021

Thursday, February 4, 2021

Saturday seduction: Next breath 2.0 .. Sensual Song poem 2

Because of this song-poem length and the fact I couldn't get the video to autoplay, 😒 you will have to put your cursor over the video and right click your mouse. Click on the word loop, then click on play so the music will play to the end of the poem. 😊



Quietly I slip out of bed and ease through the darkness of the room. Gingerly I wrapped my arms around my man's firm chest and pulled us into an intense body kiss. When he turns around, his hardness greets me. We smile at each other then I instantly lean down to bended knees. My eyes were now staring at the wonder of his thick, long manly flesh.

Softly my lips cupped the left side of his scrotum and lightly suckled on its smooth surface. A lung release moan levitated into the air. Hands resting on top of his firm thighs felt them tighten as my lips sucked harder on his scrotum flesh. 

I never wanted to feel his cum fill my mouth with his hot, thick seed as I did this moment. Just the thought left erotic thoughts running amuck inside my mind. The visual image of the velvet-soft flesh of his hardness, sliding past the resistance of my soft pouty lips while easing deep inside the moist warmth of my greeting mouth, made my body shudder in wanting. My mind delirious

 After my lips surrounded his hard girth with firm pressure, my head weaves back and forth, forcing a manly gruntle-moan to lift into the air. The sensations of his girth velvet-soft flesh repetitively sliding back and forth on the soft surface of unpainted hungry lips entice my womb flesh to weep. 

A sighing moan erupts into the air when I pop his manhood out my mouth. Then he gasps as my tongue swirl on the sensitive ridge on his shaft. My tongue thoroughly wet his thick shaft so I can slide more of it deeper into my waiting mouth.

Inch by inch, his unyielding flesh fell into the darkness of my mouth. Once I felt it touched the front of my throat. I bob my head higher and lower on his shaft. Quickly, I found the rhythm that made his baritone voice moan while his legs shivered. As his hand pulled on the back of my head, it eased his hardness further into my mouth. My actions and thoughts become engage in giving him maximum oral pleasure by putting his orgasm on-the-edge and keeping him there. Not only to please him with optimal satisfaction but to please me also.  His voice moans adjectives and naughty adverbs into the air while his hips pumped in the rhythm of my head bobs. But I am not letting him off that orgasmic cliff edge until I know the fire in his loins is burning red hot like the fire that is feverously burning inside my womb.

My right hand quickly drops between my legs. My fingertips vigorously swirl on my Clt. I can feel my womb lubricates breeching past my vulva lips as an orgasm promptly builds. While at the same time, goosebumps rush across my flesh as my body muscles start to tremble lightly. The light taste of his precum spills on my tongue palate as I embrace the best of both worlds. 

Head dips deeper and steady fast. His breath breathes quicker, exhausting faster and more profound. His left-hand, long fingers grip tight on my shoulder, as his right hand cupped the back of my head while pulling it closer to him. My left hand reached out and grabbed the bottom of his firm buttocks to steady my body. Rigid manly fiber slides firmer into my mouth as his voice hitch, his slim-yet ripped legs shivered, while his loins exploded in a rapid-firing ejaculation. That fills his fast-emptying loins with rapturous burning sensations.

My body quiver and shiver as his orgasm instantly triggers mine. My orgasmic moan is pushed back into my throat by rope thick white sperm that was spewing hard and deep into my throat. But I keep swallowing his thick substance while fingering myself to an end.

After not wasting a drop of his life-giving seed, I slowly stood up. My legs lightly shivered from the aftermath of my razor-sharp orgasm, but I quickly gathered myself, so I could see in his eyes if he were pleased with how my lips made his mind, body, and soul submit to the touch of my soft lips. His firm body embrace that took my next breath away answered that question.

 After our embrace, his loving kiss enticed my eyes to close while taking my" next breath away." When my eyes opened, I was looking at the man who loved me as much as I loved him. A smile spread crossed my face as we exchange loving glances and thoughts of his quote that infuse my heart while his love waltz through my mind. "I (have fallen) in love more than once, but every single time it was with you." And every time it was him whom I fell in love with again.

 His strong arms lift my thick curvy body as if it were light as a feather. He took me to the bed edge and laid me down as if I were as fragile as a freshly laid egg. We cuddled and let our minds drift into slumber while our never-ending love covered us like a blanket.

When I awaken, he was lying by my side. What was supposed to be a stolen, soft, loving kiss turned into a deep affectionate kiss that must have awakened the beast within him. Because when I lifted my head, his eyes were wide open searching for mine, while his long manly fingers cupped firmly around my right breast. The thought of what we did last night is a never-ending thought that made the center of my being instantly wet.

A song-poem is a poem written in a preferred form of poetry, from a chosen song. It must use a phrase, sentence, or directive word from that song. It also has to be written in the melody, rhythm, and dictated spirit of that song...

1Manview © 1999 – 2021 

Friday, January 8, 2021

Next breath 1.0 - Sensual Song poem



A Song Poem is a poem that is written from a song, using a word, phrase, or sentence from that song. It must also be written in the melody, rhythm, or spirit of that song:

As I sit at the window looking out at the bright white hue of the moon breaking up the night sky
My lungs take a deep breath, clearing my mind of all thoughts except the thoughts of you, and I

I know things have not been as good as it could be, should be, but I am here to find courage, to fess up for my failures, and tell you how the man you chose to be yours will help to complete your life. I know I took you for granted. No, us for granted. But sometimes, being the man you looked up to was more than I could handle. But after the break-up, I realize "I needed you more than my next breath." I needed you more than the fear of failing you once again.

Tonight, holding you in my arms was more than an adventure. It was love at it's best. It was foreplay of the heart. When the softness of your lips touched mine, the sensation pulled my breath away. A breath I will no longer need as long as I have you. If I only could put into words how I felt about you. How I needed to be your husband first, your lover second, a steady understanding father third. And foremost of all, a reliable man that has taken the challenge to lead.

"I don't think I never, ever really told you how much I need you. I need you more than my next breath. Never will I ever leave you. Because darling, I need you more than the next breath I breathe. "

Her voice:

My eyes open to the darkness of the room. My mind instantly thought of you, and why weren't you lying next to me? Eyes drift up, and I see you sitting next to the window. I could see by your eyes stare; your mind was as far as the vastness of the night sky. Searching for something, and maybe not of me. Conjecture, I could only tell you how it felt to be back in the strength of your arms. Arms that wrapped so tight around me, I lost my next breath, how your kisses sweeter than cane sugar consumed me. How I could not breathe as your affectionate kisses laid a wet trail down my whimpering body flesh; at the same time, you were taking time to lightly swirl your tongue tip over the top of my hills, down the steep crevice of my valleys.

But when our bodies connected as one, our hips locked in sync as your manly pride thrust deep into my wetness, you took away my next breath on every downstroke. But it still was not deep enough, not hard enough, because I could breathe, and I needed your deepest love more than my next breath.  "I need you more than the next breath I breathe."
"I don't think I never, ever really told you how much I need you. I need you more than my next breath. Never will I ever leave you because, honey, I need you more than the next breath I breathe."
Welcome home.

(C)1ManView 
Next Breath by Tank

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Monday moaning: Wishing well ... Sensual poetry (Picture poem in prose)



Ductile touches slowly awaken your senses

Senses that awaken the passion within

Seducing you pink petals to slowly unfold and reach out to me

After closure, I stop and smell the pungent aroma of the wishing well residing between the softness of your petals.

A smell that thoroughly excites the passionate-lust within me

My lips part, my tongue extend then lay in your well water so it can bath in its warmth until its palate is full of your water sweet-tart flavor.

Then slide the hardness of my lust down your well-wet corridor.  

And make our wishes of being loved by that special someone come true.


1Manview © 2020

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Spanked on Humpday

Sometimes in my blog travel, I lurk through the TTWD world. And sometimes I get a thought in my travel. This time I got a thought from several of Minielle Labraun drawings. This woman can draw a mean (as in nice) spanked ass..😉 Minielle blog address is here  http://minellesbreath.blogspot.com By the way, I borrowed your picture Minielle .😈


It was on his mind at work all day. Every in the office had noticed how chipper he was today and wonder why.
She was on his mind was the reason. What they did last night was on his mind. How loving and caring she had been while submitting all of her love to him last night. And he couldn't wait for a repeat tonight on Humpday.

The clock stroke five, and he raced out the door. He beat his record tine driving home with making love on his mind all the way.
He double-times up the sidewalk and quickly opened his house front door and called out, "Babe, I'm home," expecting her to greet him with a hug and soft kiss like she does every time he walks into the front door. But this time, there wasn't an I miss you greeting, just the sounds of dishes bumping together coming from the kitchen.
I'm home he said as he walked into the kitchen.
Yeah, I see, she quietly said
With exuberance in his voice, he asked her, " Do you know what day it is?"
An abrupt  "No" was her reply
It - is  - Humpday! he  beamed
Hmmm, was all she said

He moved a chair away from the kitchen table, then took a long look at his wife.
He sat down in the chair, and with a caring voice he asked her, had a hard day, did we?
She turned around and put a hand on her hip, rolled her eyes at him, then she snapped back, "And why would you say that!" 
He thought for a moment to study the situation.
With a firmer and more resonating voice, "Come here, young lady," was his reply while pointing at his lap.
"Why ?" she asked while moving her head in a quick motion side to side as if she was annoyed by him questioning her.
He didn't reply. His body demeanor was all he needed to show his alpha status.

She laid down the kitchen towel and shuffled her feet as she walked towards him.
He gently but firmly turned her around, then quickly laid her across his lap.
He pulled her trousers and panties down with one excessive jerk that enticed a spark to ignite in the center of her womanhood
Don't bother to count was his last word before she heard swooping thunder, then a split second later, she felt a lightning strike slap against her exposed ass flesh. Whamp!
Her head instantly popped up. Her bottom muscles tighten, a swallow groan erupts from her throat as her legs jerked while she tried to twist her backside away from the next hard strike.
But his hand was too quick, his grip on her waist was too strong, she felt the next strike deep inside her loins.  Whamp!
She cried out, "I'm sorry," but strike three had already hit home, and number four was inbound and on target. Whamp!-Whamp!-Whamp! -Whamp!
Now his preaching sermon started while his heavy hand tenderizes her firm backside. "Young lady"  Whamp! -Whamp - Whamp! You better think about how Whamp!-Whamp_Whamp! How you treat your man after he has worked all day and walk into the sanctuary of his home. Whamp!-Whamp!-Whamp!
With tears profusely leaking from her eyes, a shaky voice replied, " I'm sorry," "I'm sorry," in a desperate plea for him to stop the brutal spanking. But her mindset was, Hmm, I love Humpday when it starts with a good hard spanking.
Then right in the middle of her thoughts, WHAMP!-WHAMP! "OUCH, that hurt!!" streamed into the air. It seemed lighting had struck the same tender  spot twice.  


1Manview © 2020

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Saturday seduction: Red alert.... Short erotica in prose form

 After a long soaking bubble bath to wash the weight of a hard week away, Martha eased out of the tub with lovemaking on her mind. She lotion down her mid-size shapely legs, then her round breast whose nipples were already ready for this special night. She put on the new nightgown Phil had bought for her. It was so sheer you could hardly tell its color was red. But the panties fancy lace was rich in color and so tight, it showed the deep crease in the middle of her firm round butt cheeks. Martha smiled as thoughts o Phil riding high on her butt before the night was over.

 Martha sat down in front of the mirror and brushed her hair to perfection. She stood up and sprayed Phil's favorite vanilla fragrance lightly over her body. Then added more where Martha anticipation his tongue was going to linger. She hummed their favorite love song as she exits the bathroom to put the final visual touches to the bedroom.

First, Martha put white linen sheets that were softer than cotton on the bed. She spelled the word love with red and pink rose petals at the bedroom door entrance, spread some on the floor leading to the king-size bed. 

She placed others on the lamp table and the rest on top of the bed. Leaving a display of love to walk on, another to make love on top of it.

There is only one thing that is close to being in love with her husband. That was the specific night they dedicated to making love to one another, which is Saturday night. And tonight was its first anniversary.
One year to the day, they made this special day salvaging a marriage that mimics floating in a foot of water wearing a life vest. Now it was a marriage that is going to last because of the love they openly share

Martha places the sweet red wine in the wine bucket to chill correctly. Carefully displayed cheese and light snacks around the wine bucket to keep their strength up through the long night they had planned. Martha sprayed vanilla fragrance lightly around the room. An extra squirt was applied on Phil's pillow top to excite his sense of smell. Loving fingertips turned on soft, slow music arranged in order by her, played in the room's background.

Martha wrapped her arms around herself and pretended it was Phil's strong arms around her waist as they slowly danced in the room shadows. A dance that was going to make her body hot, the space between her thighs wet, as their bodies grind provocatively against each other.

Marsha's grey eyes glanced around the room. After seeing everything was perfectly in place, Martha smiled at the way she had prepared the room. Everything was ready for their special Saturday night. All she needed to do was to light the candles and wait for Phil's presence.

After lighting the candles, a warmth fell over Martha's body as she looked at the blue hue, the light of the candles placed on the room walls. Martha slowly shadowed dance to the bed then laid across it in anticipation of Phil's arrival. She put her legs so his first sight would be the thick, firm thighs he loved being between one way or another. She made sure her round breast was in full display to his fingertips, sensuous touch during foreplay.

The bedroom door quickly opened; the bright lights behind it beamed into the room, destroying the special effects of the candlelight's Martha had patiently moved around the room until she had a look she wanted. She quickly moved off the bed and stood in Phil's path with her arms partially crossed. She loaded her street life right fist with anger.

When she took a good look at Phil, Martha wondered why was she looking at a naked man with a throbbing hard-on approaching her at light speed with a profound look on his face? Where was the swagger walk that Phil always brings to seduce her mind as he crossed the room? ? Where in the heck was the new red silk robe and pajamas he was supposed to wear so that he could do a naughty striptease act he made especially for her? 

Instead of a slow seduction, so far, she was met first by the throbbing head of his hard-on, that slammed into her left thigh. His firm chest painfully crashed into her long thick nipples that were erect in anticipation. And painted lips met with a pressing, bruising kiss instead of the caressing cotton soft ones they have on seduction night.

When Phil's lips finally released hers, she tried to speak her mind. But before she could say, "what the he# is wrong with you?" her new sexy lingerie was a puddle on the floor, next to her new red panties. The panties that Phil was going to pull down with nothing but his teeth before he feasted on her swollen folds. Martha's voice gasps as she cocked back a right hook, but before she could unleash its fury, Phil had tossed Martha's body into the middle of the bed.

Phil's muscular body covered Martha before hers settle down on the bed mattress. His eyes were open wide, and his cock throbbed hard on her right thigh. Not only was it hard as a brick, but it was also as heavy as one. While looking into Phil's eyes, Martha steadied herself for what was about to come. Because all she saw in his eyes was the look of lost in lust.

Phil hesitated for a moment then took a deep breath. "I have to have you now, sweetheart," he blurred out. Martha's mind prepaid her body for a half rape from Phil, but instead, Phil settled himself for a moment, then kissed her lips so tenderly, her body melted like butter left in the morning sun under his. That one kiss instantly put her body in the mood of wanting, needing, wet, and submitting.

With lips still kissing tenderly, Phil moved his hips until his hardness centered on the center of her swollen opening. With a study thrust, he slowly impaled his hardness between the taut walls of Martha's wet den, enticing a quiet moan to escape past Martha's lips into his mouth.

With lips still kissing tenderly, Phil moved his hips until his hardness centered on the center of her swollen opening. With a study thrust, he slowly impaled his hardness between the taut walls of Martha's wet den, enticing a quiet moan to escape past Martha's lips into his mouth.

Phil hips slowly rose then fell, impaling his hardness deep into Martha waiting walls, causing a gasp to slip past open lips into the air.

Again, Phil hips slowly rose then fell a second time, thrusting his rigid membrane even deeper into the soft pink layer of her love canal.

Once again, Phil hips rose slowly a third time, then fell, impaling his cock into Martha den furthest depths, enticing her lungs to release a guttural moan of exhilarated pleasure

As the weight of Phil's body held his swollen shaft deep inside Martha den, the sensation of its deep hard throbs against her soft, pliable walls caused her eyes to tear, her voice to groan, her body to shiver from the incredible tingling feeling rushing into her lions.

A deep kiss was followed by a deep thrust that made Martha's body bounce off the top of the mattress. Phil's hips rotations became more profound on each thrust.

When Phil's lips released Martha, he leaned his body up and gyrated his hips with a thrust that collided into her hips with the power of a sludge hammer, impaling Martha curvy hips deep into the bed mattress.

Martha's voice tried to scream, but all that came out her open mouth with a near-silent whine as Phil's hips quickly slam head-on into hers unrelenting—leaving her body in a frozen state from the onslaught of sensations rampaging through her extremities.

Phil's dark brown eyes stare froze Martha gaze into his as his hard thrust pounded into the small hollow space residing between her thighs.

Love-passion, passion-love rolled into one as lust consumed his being to the point of ultimately having her was all that was on his lustful mind.

Martha hips could not move, her lungs could not breathe; her vocal cords were paralyzed by Phil harden shaft repeatedly wailing deep into her tight-fitting sheath.

Grunt thrust, grunt-thrust was followed by Martha's body bouncing up and down on the mattress like a rag doll. Her body felt as if it was riding on a wild roller coaster ride that shook you, then thrills your body with exhilarating sensations to the point you did not want to stop riding.

Phil could not come; he did not want to come; he just wanted to feel the taut tug and pull of her walls on his thick girth forever as it slammed into Martha profusely raining hole.

"Oh baby," Martha moaned as Phil went form pounding his cock deep into Martha to a forceful grinding gyration. Their bodies pressed together as one as he intensely ground his extended shaft into her sloppy pink wet domain.

Suddenly Phil back arched as painted fingernails left a trail of rip opened skin as he dug his size deeper and harder inside Martha's collapsing canal. Martha felt something, then she felt it again. What Martha felt was the fire of her burning orgasm, burning its way up from the depths of her loins. She felt the pressure building, the pain of the exquisite fire sting, that was so intoxicating, it took her breath away.

Phill felt the sudden pain of painted nails digging deep into his buttocks. When his head turned, his eyes could see the definition in the muscles of Martha's arms as they pulled her hands hard on the top of his buttocks. Pulling Phil's body closer to her need to feel every inch of his hard flesh deep inside her hot den.

While Martha's gray eyes were engaged with Phil's brown, Phil's hips turned from grinding to long measured strokes of pounding his hardened flesh into her pink layer. The force of his thrust made the bed mattress squeak and squawk from Martha's body, slamming unmercifully into it. Phil stopped gyrating his hips long enough to raise Martha's legs in the air onto his broad shoulders. Once they are secured, Phil plunges his hardened mass into Martha wet heat balls deep again and again. Martha's face became distorted from the pleasure-pain while audible moans spilled past her slip into the air.

Martha's body slightly trembles then uncontrollably shook as an orgasm exploded from the very depths of her loins. Phil has to grabs her hips tight to stay on top of his bucking lover.

 As Martha's body shook underneath Phil, he felt her spasm walls collapsing around his swelling girth. Its tugs were more formidable, and its pull was more forceful; Phil suddenly groaned deeply like a wounded animal as his loins erupt in absolute gratification. His ejaculation was so hard; each palpitation left a burning sensation shooting through his shaft before turning into an exquisite pleasure released. Phil's hips kept humping and humping until his hips could not gyrate anymore.

After Phil hips gyrations end, Martha's powerful rotating hips milks his sacs until they are bone dry. After Phil's manhood last pulse, his body collapse in a sexual heap on top of Martha.

Sounds of deep breaths overwhelmed the music playing in the background of the room. Phil gathers enough strength to roll his body weight off Martha so that she could breathe without the blunt of his dead weight on her chest. His hand grasps Martha tightly as their bodies laid spent tightly next to each other.

After deep inhaling breathes dissipated, fogged out minds started to clear, Martha whispered, loving into Phil's ear.

You know, you can be a real ass! Causing hysterical laughter to fill the bedroom with their loving vibes.


1Manview © 2020

Monday, November 2, 2020

Rhythm of love making : Erotic prose poem- Revised-Corrected

Heartbeats

Beat

Tranquil slow

Lips deep embrace that is softer than cotton candy on a hot summer day

Taste more deliciously sweet

Each time they meet and greet

Leaving surreal sensations on one's lips that seem to linger forever


Fingertips roam over hills and mountains.
Navigate around smooth ample curves
Over the smooth top surface of a broad highway
Over a wavy, firm surface
Into the layer of a hidden crevice
Across a substantial straight compacted road


Hard flesh gingerly submerges into soft.
Hips gyrate in a passive motion of up and down.
Where sheer energy is not dissipated

Perspiration sweat clings to smooth soft flesh.
While colliding hips deeply mesh
Their swallowed quiet moans go unheard.
As eyes, clear vision becomes wet and blurred.

Unhurried body motions are not wasted.
Lungs inhale is not hasted.
While their slow lovemaking becomes intoxicated

Hips deeply roll
Electrified sensation troll
Over and through their bodies extremities


Deep soft kisses entice bodies to slightly- tremble.
Lips to dribble
While bodies shiver from the delicate touch of fingertips - that is nimble.

Whispers of love strum through the air
As minds drift in a world of undeniable love flair

As if in slow motion,
Manly hips thrust harder, intensely.
Causing, her pleasure-pain immensely.
The pressure inside his loins to grow furiously
Pushing his orgasm to the brink of Cuming tremendously

His body quakes
His existing world shakes.
Her voice screams, "Oh, Gud."
As the heat of his offering fills the void between the center core of her thighs - completely.

The heat of his ejaculated offering entices her body to shudder.
Her continuous lewd voice to stutter.
Her quick heartbeats to flutter
All in the Rapturous Rhythm "Of"
Lovemaking.

1Manview © 2020

Friday, October 30, 2020

Saturday seduction: My star ... Sensual poem

In the darkness of the room, my eyes follow the moonlit silhouette of naked curves of your body with the firm round breast that barely bounces, as hips swivel in a slow provocative dance of desire. You step out of the moonlight into the total darkness of the room.

But loving eyes can see you through the dark.

They watch your body deliberately move in the steady slow rhythm of the music up to the bed.

My hand reaches out and let your body gently land against it like it would if you were a songbird landing on my open hand, to sing sweet music into my ear.

But instead of hearing your musicale voice sing, 

I hear the calm beats of your heart, slowly beating inside your chest.

Quiet beats I can hear if you are near or far.


Tenderly I pull you into the bed next to me under cover of red satin sheets, 

Where I anticipate hearing your swallowed screams when my tongue quenches its thirst between your wet cotton soft seems

Screams I will listen to all through the night until the sun has risen high.

And while you hold back your screams, my upper body shall rise because I love to watch


Watch the way your big brown eyes cry.

While your voice inveterately sigh

As our hips gyrate steady slow in a tight circle,

Thrusting the unflexing penile between my thighs

Deep inside the wetness of your hollow

While your hips affectionate gyrations precisely follow

As we make tender love between soft red silky sheets

Until our bodies are exhausted to the point, they fall asleep.



I love waking up to you in the morning.

It is like dipping my hardness into hot coffee, 

With enough volume to fit me like a snug glove

Which happens only to couples who are genuinely in love


You do not have to say you love me.

Because of the way your body emotions make love back to me

Says it all


Desire is my longing thirst.

Lust is my soul hunger.

Passion is my wanting of your undeniable love of me.

Your love is the absolute of it all.


I wake up in the morning to see that you are still lying next to me.

I wake up in the middle of the night to make sure you are not a rotating dream inside my mind.


They say men are incapable of loving any woman this hard.

Only because they have never been in love with a star

A star that beams its love twenty-four-hours a day

A star sent from the heavens just for them, 

Like you were sent, just for me.



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