Stifled moans become louder and louder Until your orgasm screamed into my mouth... (c) 1ManView

Ataraxia. Serenidad, paz, tranquilidad. En éste poemario no intento reflejar el significado total de la palabra, sinó lo que representa para mí escribir. Que es básicamente paz. Tanto personal, como mental y espiritual.

Small book of poems collected during 20 years

A collection of poems, stories and thoughts

Mis escritos desde noviembre del 2015 hasta el del 2016

Photomontage on chroma with Photoshop painted nightingale.

Sun rays creeping through slightly opened window blinds, Leave a beam of light on the exposure of his broad chest flesh, Soft long fingertips follow the sunbeam lead, and eased across his firm baby smooth flesh, They follow the sculptor lines of his chest, the hardened tip of his blood filled nipple, over the washboard muscles of his stomach, After they slid into the confine of his tight red shorts, they softly wrapped around the hardening flesh between his thighs, his sleeping eyes slightly ope

Poesía Waking Sea (mar de vigilia)

Sólo de nombre humano parecía salvaje bestia de colmillos dotado, animado por el animal instinto que sólo por la sed de sangre era movido. En manto de la noche fría escondía su palidez enfurecida, suprimiendo su hirviente ira a la vista de los seres, que aún humanidad poseían. Bañándose en la soledad del momento y en ausencia de latidos que la vida le dieron se ondeaban de color ceniza sus cabellos acompañando a la arboleda en sus copases serenos  que sus ramas quebraban por capricho del viento. Las nubes de lamentos la Luna cubrieron que estallaron en el más espantoso tormento, apagando la plata de su tez, y de soledad su brillo tejiendo. Hasta que finalmente, su rostro levantó al oscuro infinito,  y a los cielos clamó: “¡Oh distantes luceros! Por favor os ruegoel no ser eterno ni por la suerte ni el tiempo, y que el día llegue pronto e ilumine al Sol mi desconsuelo con ensangrentado hocico, esfumándome para siempre de este gris destino”

Historias distintas, Búscalos en el bosque de las almas perdidas.

Savory Taste Extinguish the stale dryness inside my mouth With each lash of my tongue tip As it reconcile Essence of pleasure That was given: Wavering hips Push against wet lips As inner hunger Is feed with liquid diet Of your savory clear dew While your body Become a victim Of leg shakin' Pleasure     1Manview ©

Savory Taste   Extinguish the stale dryness inside my mouth   With each lash of my tongue tip   As it reconcile   Essence of pleasure   That was given:   Wavering hips   Push against wet lips   As inner hunger   Is feed with liquid diet   Of your savory clear dew   While your body   Become a victim   Of leg shakin'   Pleasure     1Manview ©

Poema en Inglés. Poem in English

Tenemos la cabeza tan llena de unicornios y purpurina que si nos pegásemos un tiro salpicaríamos todo de colorines. *Libro de poemas y frases de autoría propia*

 When I say give me head,  It doesn't mean for you to shake yours up and down ... And when I say you should worship my cock, It doesn't mean you bow in front of the damn cocker spaniel 1Manview © 1-26 – 2015

You were one in the crowd, A moth in the fog, A mouth made desire, No others to change, No mission alive, I couldn’t touch you with words, That simple was fate Like the life of a stone With no river or sand, A bird without cage Unsolved with no arms Like a pray in […]

Poesía intimista, diario de mi vida, poesías y prosas nostálgicas