Monday Moaning .... My panties ... Prose poem

If I was to offer you my panties,

With the jest of taking them off,

Would this please you?

Entice you?

Excite you to the point of extending yourself?

Make your slit weep a wet drop?

Move you in anyway?

If I was to hand you my panties, 

Would you take them in your hand?

Sexually twirl them on your finger?

Blush in innocence?

Smile in delight?

Would you stick them in your suit pocket and take them to work with you, so that my feminine scent would remind you of want is waiting for you when you get home?

If I was to offer you what's inside these panties right now, 

What would you do?

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Saturday Seduction ... I Come In Peace .. Prose poem ....

I came in peace

You pursued my will

Until I gave in

I thrust into your darken spear with tender caresses

You repaid me by calling me filthy names

You suck me in with your grip of brute tightness

You hid me in the dark and did to me as you willed

You stroke me into ecstasy

You choke me into unconsciousness 

Then stole my substance of white

Afterwards when I regain my attention span

You had the audacity to ask me

 If I wanted you to do it to me once again...

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Head Day ..... Indeed ......... Prose poem

Pulsating in wait

Stiffened by blood

Agonized in lust pain

Awaiting my faith

By the softness of your inner lips

The swirls of your wet tongue

The dry heat of your breath

The moisten heat of your mouth

The grip of painted fingertips

Sliding up and down my swollen girth flesh

From one end to the other of my length

In anticipation

Of manipulation

Of my white thick gooey substance 

From the depths of my loins

In a euphoric burst of tantalizing sensations

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Head Day... Match Stick .... Response to Temptingsweets99

This is a response poem to Temptingsweets99 Head Day MatchStick Poem...

http://temptingsweets99.wordpress.com/ The Image is also from Sweets Blog ...

Careful, were there is smoke, there is fire

And were there is fire, you can get burned

So be warned, that if you softly blow on it

The fire will slowly grow

It will reach into the depths of your mouth

It will ease down into the center of your throat

It will float back and forth in the slippery tide of moisture in your mouth

And once the friction from the softness of your lips bring its tip to a soft red glow

It will cause a combustion that will explode, and release my match stick hot white lava

That will burn a path down the center of your tongue

So if you are feeling brave, go ahead, blow on my match stick

1ManView © 1999 – 2012