Había una única flor en aquel descuidado jardín; única por su soledad y también por su especie. No había habido flor como esa durante el tiempo en que aquel desolado jardín podía llamarse jardín. Aquella flor se mantenía siempre erguida y refulgente delante de los ruidosos rayos del sol. Cada estación del año había tratado […]

Vivir de la vida de los días de la tierra del sol ¡Vivir! Ser lo que se es y valerse de lo que se tiene; de nosotros. Sentir la misma cosa Caminar juntos ¡Disfrutar! ¡Vivir! No mas que nadie Ni menos Hacer lo que se sabe Quien no sepa aprende ¡Crecer! Andar y vivir ¡Volar! […]

Te esperé, desesperado, pero te esperé. Miraba ansioso a la esquina de la calle una y otra vez; incesantemente, eternamente… Mientras bebía un sorbo tras otro de aquel inacabable y frío café, anhelaba yo verte y no otro, que fueran mis ojos y no otros. Te esperé siempre, te esperé ayer y hoy y te […]

Dormí un poco un poco dormí, desperté dormido y despierto soné. Que estabas conmigo, que estabas tendida y rendida en mis brazos; que descansabas y yo te observaba. Hasta que tu mirada se encontró con mi mirada, y sentí que me amabas. Mientras yo depositaba besitos en tu frente tu parecías confundida, como si el […]

De vez en cuando hago el ejercicio de crear mi realidad, de inventar mi mundo. Y apareces en él aunque no lo planifique, a cada segundo. Por allí, por donde están los libros de geografía y de la historia del mundo, apareces tú, ceñida de literatura, embellecida de poesías y encantadora bajo la sombra de […]

Harden flesh Slowly rock back and forth in the  solitude of my femininity Stirring the embers of desire within Until they ignite into combustible passion (C) 1ManView

Harden flesh Slowly rock back and forth in the  solitude of my femininity Stirring the embers of desire within Until they ignite into combustible passion (C) 1ManView

Smell of brewing coffee stimulated her body to move from deep slumber to it's almost time to wake up to another Monday morning posture Her boy rolled from its side to its back Deep breaths are taken in attempt to stimulate her body to awaken  I'm going to have to go to Starbuck to get something stronger than his sweet cream coffee to get me moving, traced through her groggy mind Lethargic body sir Sleepy mind finally focused enough for her to open her big brown eyes and peep through the slit o

Instead of morning breakfast, my nostril was full with your manly aromatic scent My eyes open to see the throb of your thick elongated hardness inches from my lips My body slowly stretch My face quickly smiled My tongue slowly slithers past parted lips and wet the head of your pulsating demise Slowly I took it in until my mouth was full After my head draws up, then slowly descend, sliding my lips down the smooth flesh your hard girth I hear first of many  Of you Monday Moans.............

Stolen moment steals my breath, Leaves my heart racing, Captures the intimacy of my being, While the soft caress, Of your ample fingertips, Steal the integrity of my heart Picture poem: Picture poem is a poem written from the visual aspect  of looking at a required image... 1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Slurp... Slurp... Pop... Slurp... Pop... Lick... Lick... Suck... Pop... Quiet moans approach your ears, As you head slowly bob, Up and down, In the rhythm of fellatio paradise Pacified body slump in chair, While his mind drifts into a far better place, Eyes gander up and see the enormous joy your perfect fellatio gives him by his body demeanor, Suddenly a deep urge consume you Slurp, slurp, slurp, Pop! Slurp, slurp, slurp, Pop! Oh baby slow down Slurp, slurp, slurp, Pop! Baby... Baby...Gasp,

Last night, My mind had illusional thoughts of you,  Humping between the void in the center of my thighs 1Manview © 1999 – 2015

Body stirs, Eyes awaken, Mind drifts from its morning daze, As my eyes look at his face that's still focused in a morning haze, His eyes glare is felt upon my flesh, The kind of glare that pushes my mind into a lustful rush It takes awhile, For my lips to frown up into a morning smile, But his lips soft kisses, Never misses, To sooth my morning mood Tender touch reaches out and ease across the nakedness of my breast, Softly touching the exposure of its flesh,  Squeezing its texture all so deli

Shapely legs Covered with soft flesh  Gently curve around my head As my lips gingerly kiss your inner thighs Tease them with ultra soft touches of my fingertips glide Stoke them lightly with the tip of my tongue And when I work the flexing tip of my tongue up between your thighs Giving the void of your center an extended kiss Your body tense While your voice emits a deep sexual moan... 1Manview © 2-21– 2015

In fire flaming skywards we were soldiers standing proud partners in crime unimaginable  in life and death we are rigor and mortis monks treading path of righteousness  Pax Vobiscum as Daniel’s dreaming the virgin is coming  of age

So sweet, so short - life abridged

Once bitten, twice  longing - for more

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...

<http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZHY14Bd2go/Tvuz09B0b0I/AAAAAAAABPs/meg8vEWPTJE/s1600/cv-cc3.jpg> DRIP... This was the only word I was going to write for this Picture Poem, but then I figure maybe some of you wouldn't see all I saw in this one word, so I added this... (But then again, I knew some of you would) I watched its length stretch beyond belief I watched its girth become ballonet I watched it pulsate in mid air all by itself I felt its heat in my hand, as its soft flesh slid all so easy throu

Me has dejado una cicatriz preciosa: cada noche come lirios y rosas, se enreda entre mis sueños y mis cosas y sangra sin remedio quejarosa. Se nubla en la mañana con las nieblas, está obstinada, muda y temblorosa, taciturna, pálida, hasta rabiosa… Y a tientas, ciega, busca tus tinieblas. No sé qué hacer con ella…