Monday Moaning: Coffee n Cream ... Prose poem

Dark horizon

Hide the bright acquisition of a sunny sky

As the calm of a quiet storm slowly come our way

Sexual sarcasm
Leads to morning sexual playfulness

Spent voice suddenly plea

Don't let me go
Make me come:

As mock sexual play turns to urgent need

Dark shadows hide the silky curves of her soft flesh skeleton

While the crack of dawn, hide behind the darkness of the coming storm

Wind howl seems far away in the distance

As her streaming cries drown out the approaching quiet storm warnings

Arbitrary

Visionary

Missionary

Give up her sweet pink cherry

As his buttocks hump up and down as if they had the wings of a fairy

Thrusting his ample sample

Up and down the darkness of her fiduciary

Deeper

Steeper

He buries his hard righteousness inside her tight blanketing comfort

Slow lethargic strokes

Slowly seduce her sexual need

While thick creamy thighs spread wider to satisfy her budding greed

Of needing to feel his fiery hot seed

Spew feed

Deep into her hot trust 

Back hump

Hips bump

Butt crack deepens

Orgasmic will weaken

Not heard is the storm forceful coming

That rattles the house rafters

As his inner storm come hard inside the comforting blanket of her pink sanctuary

So hard, it rattles the frame of the bed 

Chasing away the blues

Of another Monday morning

With amatory sounds of:

"Monday moaning"...

(C) 1ManView

Happy Hump-day .. Euphemistic Sex .... Prose Poem...

While you were inside me,

Eyes eagerly watched me,

As my body twist and contort to the sensations of our sexual play

Hands knead my body like dough,

While passionate kisses build a fire in the gut of my belly,

That's burning hotter on every sweet deep lustful kiss

As one hand holds tightly on my backside,

The other roam the bare sweaty surface of my flesh,

All while your hips smoothly gyrated in wanting, me,

needing me, having me,

While your inflated manhood slowly pierced deep into my watery depths

A hushed scream escapes my lungs, hurriedly rushing past my parted lips,

Breaking the silence of the darken room, as your length immerse itself inside my wake like an oil drill rig, drilling for oil deep in the ocean dark depths, lethargically slow and precise,

Enticing moans and groans of ecstasy echo in the rhythm of your hips, that's vertically impaling your rock hard manly membrane down the swell of my sex

Heaving breast lightly bumps into muscular chest,

While painted fingernails leave a trail of etched skin on smooth baby back flesh

Legs open wider,

Manhood descends deeper

Into the wants of  my wetness

One set of hips bucks up, as the other thrust down,

Pushing deep breaths of air out my lungs, on each of your hips profound plunges

Blissful sensations rush into our minds,

Overwhelming the primal sexual existence of our being

Up... Down...

Up.., Down...

Hips gyrate in perfect sync,

Pushing, pulling, your blood engorged membrane in and out the tight confinement of my pink depths

Right there, right, there,

My softest voice whispers into your ear, as your spacious girth slowly slide directly on the side of my fully erect clit,

Slowly bringing my sexual need closer to closure

A subdued voice whisper faster,

Faster, oh faster,

Then become audible loud while screaming, harder baby, harder

Painted nails anchor deep into your baby soft back flesh,

As your hips gyrate faster and dig deeper into my pink flesh

After pulling the head of your rock hard assassin out of the comfort of my womb, you insert  just the head into my wetness opening, without warning, you thrust your hips with brute force, impaling your size deep into my demise again and again without mercy

Squealing scream of passion lust echoes in the room,

As my hips bounce off the plush bed mattress on your every deep stroke,

Groveling voice whispers "I 'm M, cumin-n-n", as sharp shear sensations run amuck inside my loins,

Orgasmic quakes consume my body,

As your forever swelling membrane urgently slide up and down the center of my haven walls,

That spasm tighter and tighter as orgasmic waves vibrates through it

Hips thrust harder, to push your swell beyond my haven tightness,

But soon, it's completely consumed by its heat and overpowering grip,

Enticing your swollen palpitating swell, to spill and fill my opening with white-hot seed that is so hot, it causes my haven to once again convulse, my voice to perpetually scream in jubilant ecstasy

Bodies hotter than fire, quake to a rumble,

Shake to a stumble,

Then crumble,

Into a sexual fumble

Limpness lay still inside my wet core,

While words of deep affection bath the roots of our love inside me

Soft kiss, embrace my lips,

Deep affected hugs, envelop my body,

Sleep consumes the sexual afterglow surrounding our bodies

Eyes open, mind awaken to fingertips soothing my back flesh, as we lay in the quiet of the room,

Soft kisses seek the softness of my neck, causing my body to stir and wiggle, my haven walls to tingle,

As the center of my haven, feel the start of our next sexual dance arising....

(C) 1ManView

Monday moaning... Coffee in Cream .. Erotic Prose poem ...

Dark horizon

Hide the bright acquisition of a sunny sky,

As the calm of a quiet storm slowly come our way

Sexual sarcasm,
Leads to morning sexual playfulness

Spent voice suddenly plea,

Don't let me go,
Make me come,

As mock sexual play turns to urgent need

Dark shadows hide the silky curves of her soft flesh skeleton,

While the crack of dawn, hide behind the darkness of the coming storm,

Wind howl seems far away in the distance,

As her streaming cries drown out the approaching quiet storm warnings

Arbitrary,

Visionary,

Missionary,

Give up her sweet pink cherry,

As his buttocks hump up and down as if they had the wings of a fairy,

Thrusting his ample sample,

Up and down the darkness of her fiduciary

Deeper, 

Steeper,

He buries his hard righteousness inside her tight blanketing comfort,

Slow lethargic strokes,

Slowly seduce her sexual need,

While thick creamy thighs spread wider to satisfy her budding greed,

Of needing to feel his fiery hot seed,

Spew feed,

Deep into her hot trust 

Back hump,

Hips bump,

Butt crack deepens,

Orgasmic will weaken

Not heard is the storm forceful coming,

That rattles the house rafters,

As his inner storm come hard inside the comforting blanket of her pink sanctuary, 

So hard, it rattles the frame of the bed,  

Chasing away the blues,

Of another Monday morning,

With amatory sounds of:

Monday moaning...

(C) 1ManView

Mpnday moaning... Awaken then taken .... Prose poetry

A presence state of mind eluded her,

As she was awakened by the tip of a tongue that softly swirled on an erect nipple

A sleepy gasp float past her lips as his tongue turned and gingerly eased across the pillow softness of her breast flesh,

All while the insistence of two fingertips fingered the soft pliable flesh of her pink domain

Her body writhe in pleasure sensations,

As his tongue tip eased down the slope of her smooth belly flesh,

Licked the encounter of enflamed lips of her sex, 

Until they were mushy wet,

Then pushed into the warm moist center of her sex opening

Legs spread,

Back arch,

Her voice awaken with slurring speech,

As his tongue plunged deep into the wet soft pink flesh of her womanhood

Curvy hips lightly pump in rhythm of the attacking tongue inside her womanhood,

As her inner storm brewed quickly inside her loins

Orgasmic sensations rising from her loins depths, were felt racing outward from her loins,

Its coming..

Its coming, raced through her mind,

Suddenly a quiet scream of contempt overcame her voice,

As in a instant, his hot tongue tip was quickly replaced by the swollen head of his hard throbbing manhood

The first moan from her voice was in contempt of his cock inside her,

Because the removing of his tongue interrupted the flow of her upcoming orgasm,

But the second moan flowing from her lungs,

Was for him to keep trusting his rock hard cock deep down the resistance of her tight pink walls

Deep breath taken,

As the sensations of his swollen endowment invading into the depths of her womb, 

Rushed up her spine,

Then into the back of her mind

Hands resting on the bottom of his buttocks,

Indented deeply into the firm flesh of his butt,

As they pulled on his buttocks with all their might,

To fill her womb with every micro inch of his rock hard shaft length, 

Into the needy greed of her womb depths

Deep breaths elude her lungs,

As slow deep driving thrust,

Drive the bulbous head of his rigid manhood,

Down the center of the pink shealth of her sex

Curvy hips looses control of its gyrating motions,

As a frenzy of surreal sensations crash inside her loins

Back arch,

Chin lifts,

Open mouth doesn't speak,

As her body prepare itself for the massive orgasm about to explode within

Fragment of words spill past her lips,

As her body tense tight then shakes the bed with hellacious tremors,

Feminine voice beg for him to gyrate his hips harder and deeper,

While her body succumb to a continuos flurry of orgasmic releases

Convulsing womb surrounds swelling girth,

As he repeatedly drive his hard cock deep into her taut wet sex,

Until his hot white seed explode deep into her womb

Deep breaths taken,

Eyes open to his loving smile,

A tender kiss is lightly suppressed on her lips,

Followed by a fading good morning, greeting her hearing,

As he quickly withdrew his limp cock from her tender sex,

And scamper to the bedroom

While she laid in the bed with her body in sexual afterglow,

She listen to her hubby hum out of tune in the bathroom,

While her mind thought about how great it was to be in love with a man,

Who knew how to wake you up in moaning..

Manview © 1999 – 2014

Monday moaning ..... Coming soon..... Prose poem

Long,

Hard,

Engorged membrane,

Thrust slowly down the soft pink center of my feminine breach,

My womb weeps,

My swollen seams seeps,

While sharp shearing sensations rush from my sensitive womb walls, into my loins,

Each of his measured thrust, bring my body closer to the sexual satisfaction that my body crave,

That it wants,

That it needs,

 It brings me closer to the feel of embellish sensations of coming inside myself

As silent moans drift into the flicker of the dim lit room,

I feel the power of his coming approaching,

The feel of his hard member girth swelling inside me,

The feel of hard urgent deep thrust, that not only push his rigid core deep inside my sex, but push my body closer to its own sexual gratification of coming 

One more,

One more,

Just one more deep thrust, my mind and body scream for,

Just as his body becomes tense, then shudder with the coming of his white liquified cum releasing deep inside my sex cavern

Hot ejaculating liquid is felt pushing pass my vulva lips, while his rigid sex palpitates  solidly against the softness of my pink walls, heightening the surreal sensations already swirling between my thighs, causing the coming of my release, to come profoundly inside myself

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