Stealth ... Musing

Flickering candles hide the silhouette of the darkness,

That hide in the four corners of the room,

Their luminance flow off the color of your bare flesh,

Beam off the soft glow of your eyes,

While my arms fold over your flesh softness

Quiet stirs the air,

While heartbeats beat without urgency,

Minds think without... Thinking ...

Wondering fingertips gingerly smooth out unseen wrinkles of our flesh,

As the sounds of our world filters through our ears,

While a stolen moment of intimacy goes unforgotten

From my blog of sentience poetry:

http://intrigue-1manview.blogspot.com/

1Manview © 12 --3 – 2014

A to Z erotic poem challenge... D is for Dead Desire.. (What now)

 

Body awaken, 

Ache between my legs is calling his name,

Roll over and wake him with nibbles on his ear,

Suction on his hard round nipples,

Mommy we are hungry calls down the hall,

Catch a quickie later roams through my mind

High noon,

Kids playing outside,

Bodies embrace,

Lips taste,

Legs become week at the knees,

Breath is taken away,

Baby cries float down the hallway,

While deep sigh flow past parted lips,

"What now" flash through my mind,

Tonight twinge deep between my thighs

Diner

Baths,

Movies,

Read to,

Way past their bedtimes,

Good night my wonderful sleeping kiddies

He's sitting in the floor in the dark watching TV,

Kids put to bed,

Baby is feed and fast asleep,

House is quiet as a mouse,

I ease down next to him,

His hand roams into the front of my pants,

Fingertips ease pass my fancy panty lace and wiggle into my pink jiggle,

Breath held,

Hips bunk,

Kisses bite with a deluge of passion

Pants pulled down,

Head down, Azz up,

Panties pushed to one side,

Enormous cock slid between my thighs, then into my wanting wet orifice,

Scream is swallowed,

As his cock slide deep into my hollow,

Hard deep thrust rock my body,

Quiet grunts,

Depressed moans,

Fill the air,

My mind drift into space,

As his long hard thrust rock my sexual world

Hips buck wildly into his,

Tightly wrapped cock, is swallowed deep inside my wetness,

A quiet mommy is heard coming from behind the living room couch,

"WHAT NOW" SCREAMS INSIDE MY MIND

Pants pulled up in a panic,

Yes baby is whispered to tiny body hiding in the shadows,

I'm scared, I heard a strange noise mommy,

Its OK baby, it was just mommy playing with daddy,

Lets go back to bed sweetie,

Tiny body put to bed,

Silently check on the baby

He stands behind me,

As I check on the littlest one in her crib,

Hard pulsating cock pushes on my derriere,

Juices are felt streaming down my leg,

Hips gently grind into each other,

Thoughts of the taste of his meat makes my mouth water,

Mommy! Timmy just bit me, screams down the hallway,

"WHAT NOW" SCREAMS INSIDE MY HEAD...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

A to Z erotic poem challenge... D is for Dissolution ... Song poem

The power of music is just that.. Powerful...

A song can take your mind back to anytime of your life,

Good or bad in one beat of your heart...

This poem was written in "second voice", but the memory is mine,

And only mine...

Dark thoughts,

Dark memories,

Darken room,

In dark of night

Tears roam down the dark complexion of my face flesh,

Captured by my pillow case,

As thoughts of you, 

I,

Us, 

Trace through my mind,

While wondering,

Why?

Why wouldn't you stay?

Why did you leave?

Why leave me alone in the dark?

Your touch lingers,

On my flesh,

Its softness,

Its gentleness, 

Touched me so deep, it touched my soul,

It brought up passion hidden in the depths of my sexuality,

Passion that made tears cry inside me,

Unlike the ones that's now raining a wet trail down my face 

Memories of us still stand in my mind,

Memories of us holding hands,

Memories of us quietly talking and laughing while laying intertwined in the dark, 

Memories of sharing soft kisses, that seem to have no end,

Memories of my hands tracing your back flesh,

While my nails rake its surface to the color of red,  as the thrust of your sex inside me, touched me ever deep,

Your sex girth open me wide, on each gyration of the power in your hips,

The persuasion of your mind, opened my mind to acceptance of sexual latitudes

My voice softly moan your name,

In unison of your deep voice quietly moaning mine,

As we made the act of passionate love in the shadows of the dark

Deep breaths push the heave of my breast into your chest,

Nipples touch,

Sensations roar,

While fingertips roam,

Lips taste,

Breaths inhale,

As passion pain rain profusely inside our loins

I was inside you,

You were inside me, mind, body and soul,

But now my body awaken in the dark,

Feeling only my heart beating in the ache of sorrow,

My head resting in a rained soaked pillow case,

While my eyes search the the darkness of the room shadows,

Hoping once again, to see the presence of your body standing, watching,

Over me

Tears drop,

Mind wonders,

Why?

Why you didn't stay with me?

Why would you say you love me? 

knowing your heart did not,

Why did you leave me in the dark alone?

In the darkness, of my lonely thoughts...

1Manview © 08-21 – 2014

A to z erotic poem challenge ... D is for Decisive ... (Picture poem)

The full extent of the brightness of the full moon

Mooned at her

After exposing the fullness of her splendid glory 

She mooned it back ..

*A Picture poem is a poem devised from looking at a image...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Mothers touch .... Remembering mom on Mother's Day ... Thoughts series ...

When God first let your being become life,

The first thing you feel, is the gentle touch of your mothers hand,

Touching, caressing you through her swollen belly, 

While tenderly talking to you

Then after you are born, she is the first to take you in her arms the very first time,

Where her scent, indents into your your mind,

Her voice, crowds your ears with comfort,

The tranquil of her love, is woven into your soul,

And from that first day to her last,

She touches you in ways you never could imagine

A steady hand on your shoulder as she teaches you,

A bosom cuddle to protect you from the rain, the wind, or just to reassure you when you were afraid, 

A firm hand that cupped your face, as her eyes stare, demanded your respect,

A hurting hand on your backside, as she taught you the consequences of wrong, verses right,

Which you learn its better to confess your wrong, then feel the harsh consequences of a ball face lie to cover up any of your wrong doings

You remember the hug that she gave you, when an outburst of becoming a man overwhelmed your senses of how hard her back hand could slap, 

But Instead of knocking you senseless, her hug welcomes the man you are to be, and let you know that he would also be loved by her,

Mothers always knew what touch you needed, be a gentle slap aside the head, that mean think with your mind the next time,

To the cuffed collar around your puny little neck, to let you know you better get your personal self being together in a hurry,

You never noticed how much your mother touched you, until those touches were forever gone

But even after she has gone,

Your mind can recall all her touches,

From the life learning ones, to the gentle loving ones,

The ones that wiped away your tears,

The I love you ones that she patted on top of your head that brought joy to your heart, a smile to your face,

The one she shook your hand with, to let you know she was proud of the man you had become...

Mom,

Your touches might be gone,

But your presence live on in my heart, 

My mind,

And furthermost, in my soul,

Your life touches will never be forgotten, 

PJ...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Fill-er ....... Picture Poem .... Prose

You ever have that feeling... 

That feeling inside your loins, that whispers you are in need,

Then your heart seem to beat harder and faster,

While that feeling gets louder and louder until you hear the quiet in you speak up...

"I want you in me"..

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Too close? ............ Prose poem .......

Pleasure Principle had posted these lyrics from the song Too Close by Alex clare on her blog, 
http://pleasure-principle-hedone.blogspot.com/ the words triggered a response from me...  :) You can find the song on YouTube

And it feels like I am just too close to love you

There's nothing I can really say

I can lie no more

I can hide no more

Got to be true to myself

And it feels like I am just too close to love you

So I'll be on my way

You've given me more than I can return

Yet there's oh so much you deserve

Nothing to say

Nothing to do

I've nothing to give

I must live without you

You know we're heading separate ways

Too close?

I thought that was what love was about,

Closeness,

Close enough to want some of the things in life I want,

Close enough to share those things together,

Close enough to share our need of one another,

Close enough to share the love of two that has become the love of one

If I deserve more, then why are you leaving me?

You are all that I want, all that I need

Have I asked you for more?

Did I say I needed more then you can give?

What's better then having someone who gives you one hundredth percent of what they have to offer?

I do not need more, 

I do not want more, 

I do not deserve more then you can provide me,

All I ask of you is to love me totally,

And if you can fulfill this one request, then stay,

Because without your closeness, 

My life has no meaning, no love, no air to breath....

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Monday Moan Poem.... Conquest ...... Prose Poem ..

She was to be his latest conquest,

So pretty and small,

But like the rest.

She will confess,

He's the best,

And before the night falls

He'll have her climbing up the walls

Penetration

Hesitation

Her womb swallowed him almost whole,

As soon as the head of his staff rammed past her folds,

Instant heat, a shear grip, quickly envelop his swollen staff pole

Tides had turned, as he was the first, and the last, to moan...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012