Moanday Poem... Morning Wood.. Prose Poem ...

Morning sunrays softly filters through the curtains liners,
Slumber is awakened

As my arms slowly stretched outward, I realize I was not in the bed alone,
A rare occasion of waking up next to a warm body was in the makings,
I took full advantage of it by snuggling up to the warm of his beautiful body

As I lay there in unfamiliar territory, my eyes roamed over his manly flesh and took in his masculinity; my eyes scanned the broadness of his chest, the thickness of his firm thighs, the smoothness of his stomach flesh,
My body came alive while I watched his chest slowly move up and down, my mind wondered, maybe this one will be the one, maybe...

As my fingertips eased across the smoothness of his chest, I wish there was some hair there for my fingers to stumble through, but we are both very young, and again, maybe...

Soft touch entice his nipples to harden, as the flesh of my palm barely eased over his nipples tip, goose bumps ran up my arm as tingling vibration rushed into the palm of my hand,

As my finger glide over his stomach, it reminded me of skating in an ice rink, the ice so smooth, but the surface below, very firm,
As my finger trace alone his inner thigh, my eyes caught the movement of his retreated dick awakening, a wakening that seemed almost as if human

First it stretched forward, then lifted its head upward and out of its protective cover, after its stretch is complete, it slightly move its body side to side,
Laughter is restrained not to wake, even thou it was such a cute thing to watch, but I didn't want to spoil my first time of watching what men call their morning wood

Thoughts of... Do I dare touch it?
Will he wake up if I do, floats through the naive of my mind?
Hmm, so much to learn about sex and love…
Ok, I dare...
Mmm, I see why they call it morning wood; it's soft to the touch, but hard as a piece of prime oak wood,
Devilish thoughts of seeing the expression on his face waking up with this hard dick deeply impaled in my mouth depths runs through my mind,
How I would love to see his eyes roll back as I slowly ease his hard membrane back and forth between the soft surface of my tightly close lips, but the itch I have isn't between the lips under my nose, but the swollen wet lips that lie dead center between my wanting thighs

Quietly I straddle over his legs, my body lifts high to climb over his mountain of a cock that's reaching for the sky,
Line it up, and slide its head between my... Oh-my, first penetration feels so damn good,
Oh… Oh…
It hurts so good slowly falling into my wetness, stretching my wet walls to the blink,
As his cock slowly disappears between my thighs, his body stirs, his eyes open wider then quarters, and then his mouth opens, but only whispered breaths came out

O-baby, O-baby, don't move I whispered, just mmm...
Slow… slow, yes, slow, Ok, Ok, it feels so mmmm,
Oh yea, feed it to me baby

Hips rock back and forth falling into a wondrous steady rhythm, as his rock hard cock rides dead on my most sensitive spot, my clear cream, creams all over his shaft flesh, enabling my pussy walls to glide smoothly over the girth of his morning wood

The pace picks up, as he rams more of his hard flesh length inside the tightness of my pussy,
The more I take of this big cock inside me, the more he seem to have to give me,
Long rhythmic strokes slide into my wet as I continuously rained all over his ballooned shaft

Up and down our hips flail,
His right hand slaps hard on my butt, making me buck out of our fucking rhythm, he rewards me with another hard slap on the romp

Hips find their rhythm as sloshing sounds of hard riding in wet echoes in the room,
Another hard slap causes a ripple to appear on my backside flesh, just as I prepare myself for another one of his hard slaps, he pulls hard on my buttocks, puling my body further into his urgent hard lustful thrust

My mind falls into a trance as I take my stallion on its morning romp,
Up the hills,
Down the trail,
Then fast and furious down the straightway,
My body bends downward as my pussy starts it's death squeeze on his morning wood

Moans escape his throat as our hips gyrate in precise movements,
Smooth long strokes fall deep into my pussy, bringing me close to orgasm,
Ragged breaths rush past his lips, telling me his morning wood is close to splitting into splinters

The tightness of my pussy walls holds onto my stallion tighter, as we ride hard down the stretch,
Both of his hands is felt pulling my body closer into his,
The feel of the base of his morning wood-pushing pass my pussy lips, causes my pussy to erupt into orgasmic spasms,
Its violent eruption and hard gripping spasms, triggered his release

Hips flailed as hard wood ejaculated a megaton of hot white seed deep inside my wanting, my lungs moaned loudly as his seed shearing heat seep into the pink flesh of my pussy walls

The room has become quiet, as I lay motionless on my stallion heaving chest,
Miniature eruptions vibrated inside my pink walls, as his deflated morning wood lay tucked tight inside my heat,
My mind floats in and out of thoughts, but one thought always stand out from the rest,
Can't wait to ride that morning wood again... 

PoeticEstrus © 1999 – 2012

Butterflies.... Song poem challenge.....

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.... Challenge by "1ManView" ....

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The rawness of his swell pulsating deeply against my thigh flesh is felt,

Envision of its insertion entice my wake to rise above tide,

First thought was to open my legs wide,

But instead my hand reaches and grips his large swell,

Feeling its heartbeat between the grip of my fingertips,

Feeling the wetness of it pre-ooze on my fingers flesh,

Feeling its warmth excite my mind, body, and soul

A trace of sweet lingers on my lips, as a single kiss transcend,

Fingertips softly touch my left cheek and secure my face in its space as his lips deeply sink into mine, once again,

Strawberries, whip cream, angle food cake comes to mind,

As lips gently intertwine,

Two lips inhale my lover lip into its warmth; an unheard moan vibrates in my throat from sensations that feel like a hundred butterflies, flying inside my loins

My hand reaches down and softly strokes the afflicting bulge between his thighs,

A sign emerges from his lungs as my soft touch ease up and down his harden swell length,

Small quivers and shudders encircle his body, as my free hand envelop his scrotum with firmness,

Sending sensations of a hundred butterflies flying inside his loins

Legs open wide,

His bulging swelled head dive,

Into the moist heat of my folds

Moans, 

Groans,

Sweep into the air,

As penetrating pleasure pain sweeps through our bodies,

His swell falls

In a crawl,

Into the tightness of my pink pussy,

As sensations of a hundred butterflies, flying inside our loins,

Rush up our spines

Deeper his hard cock falls,

Into the depths of my pink pussy walls,

Until I feel the flesh of his balls,

Suddenly his name my lungs call,

As sensations of a hundred butterflies, fly inside our loins

Long deep strokes,

Float inside my pussy moat,

As gyrating hips meat and greet,

In a rhythmic motion of surreal fucking,

As loud audible sounds of my pussy sucking,

On the wide girth of his elongated swelling cock 

Harder,

Faster,

Oh,

My,

Gud,

Vibrates off the bedroom walls,

As his fat cock feast on the pink of my pussy,

While sensations of a hundred butterflies, fly inside our loins

Grinding,

Hips winding

At the speed of sound,

As orgasmic release rips through our bodies,

While we cum together,

As sensations of a hundred butterflies, fly inside our loins

Eyes open,

My body lay in a dead sexual heap,

His body lay limp on top of mine,

The feel of a soft cock is felt tucked inside the tight, of my pussy walls,

As my hips shift, the feel of his cock hardening, sends sensations of butterflies, flying deep inside my loins…

A big Thank-you to 1Manview for helping me with my first Song Poem,

and showing me how to interwork different poem structures inside a Prose Poem. 
(my first)

Suckulent Saturday.... Captive ...

Let me see, it

Let my fingertips pull it out of confinement and into the day of light,

Let my eyes feast on its towering length and wide width of girth,

As it pulsate its head up and down in the rhythmic beat of your heart

Let the soft touch of my hand, feel its silky smooth surface,

Tease it with a light flick of the tip of my thumb on its swollen head,

Then let my ears hear your deep sigh as my hand tightly wrap around its sides and slowly ease my grip downward

Let my free hand lightly squeeze your scrotum as my other hand slides up and down your pulsating length, until the eye of your storm  weeps a teardrop 

Then let the tip of my tongue wash away that tear with a quick flicker, leaving its sweet taste on my tongue palate,

Which will make my lungs moan with sweet delight, I shall swirl the whip end of my tongue on the unseen side of your uncut skin, Making your body squirm, your lungs softly moan, while your hands grab my hair until your fist is full

After my tongue wet the surface of the pulsating beast in my hand to my satisfaction, my lips will make a perfect seal around your beast girth that will make the word "closure" a hold new meaning, as the soft smooth surface of your hardness slowly falls into the moist heat of my mouth

Slow, long, head bobs will ease my sealed lips up and down the length of your rigid stick, finding a rhythm that pleases you utterly

I will know when the ultimate rhythm has been found, because your lips will be parted open, the thighs of your legs will be twitching with the rhythm of my bobbing head, your eyes will be close tight so your mind can concentrate on every ripple on the sheerness of the sensation sailing into your loins

Slowly forward, slowly back, my head will bob, slowly bringing you to the end of our means,

Your hips will try to pump faster, but my lips will not relinquish the control rhythm of this dance, which will stay, slow and wet

Wetness will drip between my folds as the excitement of pleasing you with mind blowing fellatio ease through my loins, a fingertip will ease past the elastic of my panties, and circle lightly on my erect tender spot, heightening my sexual arousal even more as my mouth takes your beast into the depths unknown

Your swell of hardness push against my lips, filling my mouth fuller of your manly beast, my ears hear your moans as your voice try to articulate my name, as your inner orgasmic rage reaches the peak of no return

Deeper then before, your hard dick falls into my mouth, as wet slurping sounds harmonize with your graveling moans, 

Shaky legs give your secret away, as you try to hold back your release a bit longer, so you can immerse in the sharp shear sensations running amuck inside your loins into your brain,

But my lips deep suction, quickly brings those thoughts to an halt

A sudden deep breath is followed by hips injecting forward, pushing as much length of your beast into the wet heat of my wanting mouth 

Hot thick creamy cream of sperm ejaculates deep down my tongue palate, as your body tremors turn to shakes and quakes of orgasmic release...

Deep, slow and steady head bobs, milk your sperm from your loins to the last white drop, as your body succumbs to the fiery orgasmic release raging within you

A deep sigh emerges from your throat as the last after shock of your sperm explosive ejaculation eases completely through your body extremity

Your body becomes quiet and calm; my eyes look up into a smile, as my lips gently suckle on the now limp beast between your legs

A moan of approval leaves my lips as they release your soft manly membrane,

My body lies back with legs spread, so you can see the wet dilemma the feast on your beast has left me in

Soft moans float into the air, as a tongue flicker softly on swollen folds,

Mmm.. how I love playing this game of catch and release