Imitation lights that burn too bright Were turned off, for the significance of this night Match strike Then light Leaving candlesticks flickering in the black hue of the dark room Were I wait for you too slowly stroll into my eyes sight  Slowly, cautiously  you stroll into the room And stand at the far end of the flicker of the candlelights You can't see my shadow standing in the room twilight But you hear my voice whispers: "You shall find all answers" "At the other end of the ligh

  Imitation lights that burn too bright Were turned off, for the significance of this night Match strike, then light Leaving candlesticks flickering in the black hue of the dark room Were I wait for you too slowly stroll into my eyes sight  Slowly, cautiously  you stroll into the room And stand at the far end of the flicker of the candlelights You can't see my shadow standing in the room twilight But you hear my voice whispers: "You shall find all answers" "At the other end of the ligh

  Imitation lights that burn too bright Were turned off, for the significance of this night Match strike, then light Leaving candlesticks flickering in the black hue of the dark room Were I wait for you too slowly stroll into my eyes sight  Slowly, cautiously  you stroll into the room And stand at the far end of the flicker of the candlelight You can't see my shadow standing in the room twilight But you hear my voice whispers: "You shall find all answers" "At the other end of the light

Imitation lights that burn too bright Were turned off, for the significance of this night Match strike, then light Leaving candlesticks flickering in the black hue of the dark room Were I wait for you too slowly stroll into my eyes sight  Slowly, cautiously  you stroll into the room And stand at the far end of the flicker of the candlelight You can't see my shadow standing in the room twilight But you hear my voice whispers: "You shall find all answers" "At the other end of the light"

Eyes slowly open to the new morning My senses were greeted by a fingertip softly tracing my facial lines My eyes glance up to her smiling face "Time for MR. to wake up," she said Just as my body was stretching, she playful squeezed my scrotum, making my body clench   Mmmm, race through my mind.... Just as my body begin to relax once again, I felt her tongue swirling on my left nipple That's when I looked up and saw she was sitting in the bedroom computer chair Little did I know was this chair t

Eyes slowly open to the new morning My senses were greeted by a fingertip softly tracing my facial lines My eyes glance up to her smiling face "Time for MR. to wake up," she said Just as my body was stretching, she playful squeezed my scrotum, making my body clench   Mmmm, race through my mind.... Just as my body begin to relax once again, I felt her tongue swirling on my left nipple That's when I looked up and saw she was sitting in the bedroom computer chair Little did I know was this chair t

Eyes slowly open to the new morning My senses were greeted by a fingertip softly tracing my facial lines My eyes glance up to her smiling face "Time for MR. to wake up," she said Just as my body was stretching, she playful squeezed my scrotum, making my body clench   Mmmm, race through my mind.... Just as my body begin to relax once again, I felt her tongue swirling on my left nipple That's when I looked up and saw she was sitting in the bedroom computer chair Little did I know was this chair t

Succulent Scented tip  Straight and tall Slippery tongue tip Swirls slowly Slick Slow creamy dribbles appear Swiped up in one motion, Soft lips Simply covers Standing hard ovation, Smooth head descent Suckle Sip Slurp Suction  Sharp  Surreal  Sensations Succumbs, Sudden ejaculation Strong  Streaming  Solution of  Saturated liquid seed burst Strike back of throat, Satisfied elation's Swallowed SMACKING GOOD! SMIRK Splendid! 1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Succulent Scented tip  Straight and tall Slippery tongue tip Swirls slowly Slick Slow creamy dribbles appear Swiped up in one motion, Soft lips Simply covers Standing hard ovation, Smooth head descent Suckle Sip Slurp Suction  Sharp  Surreal  Sensations Succumbs, Sudden ejaculation Strong  Streaming  Solution of  Saturated liquid seed burst Strike back of throat, Satisfied elation's Swallowed SMACKING GOOD! SMIRK Splendid! 1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Encircling tongue taste  Drippings of your honeydew  That bask in flavor Tongue stimulation Flame sensations in your loins While firm lips swallow Tasty sweet nectar From your hot running river Swim on my palate As orgasmic bliss Shake the whole of your body On my tongue blunt tip Started as a reply to Wet Bliss Kataula..https://wetblissdotme.wordpress.com/ (C)1ManView  .Katauta  a Japanese poetic form that consists of 17 or 19 syllables arranged in three lines of either 5, 7, and 5 or 5,

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 war

It Only Is your tongue On my bare skin Make me scream your whole name out loud Every pass of heat punctuates pleasure The cooling trail Makes me Moan (C) NP

Poesía.

Wet essence, Gush from the opening of my womb, Down the elongated length of his erect swell, While the flesh of my thighs, quiver in contempt of undulating pleasure, As orgasmic waves of my inner orgasm shear through my loin Deeper... And deeper.... His hard substance penetrates into the depths of my pink wet being, As I ride atop the hard tower of his manhood flesh, While his constant gyrating hips thrust his hard substance deep into the wet of my wake, Solidifying the constant rage of my orga

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 t

Poesía UZI es absurdo. Es humor. Pero humor que no cae en saco roto. Humor utilizado para hacer que dejes el velo de la crítica a un lado. Te confíes. Y ZAS! La bala poética te hace reflexionar sin previo aviso. Pasas de una sonrisa a una cara de concentración. ‘¡Qué cabrón!’. Mascullas. Así es UZI. Una carta bomba directa al pensamiento, a las rutinas más asentadas en plena era de la información/desinformación/contrainformación, a la libertad de ser gregario tecnológico. Poesía UZI va de la A a la Z. Cada poema es una letra. Cada letra es una ventana desde la que mirar alguno de los absurdos que nos gobiernan en esta época de contradicciones, de contracciones mentales. De tramas paralelas y paralepípedos dialécticos. El público elije qué letra leo. Mi cuerpo se contornea intentando emular esa letra. En mayúscula. Sin vergüenza. El absurdo es el absurdo.

Isabella Langley is a 23 year old new yorker who is not lucky in love. However, she graduated from The Graduate Center, CUNY in Comparative Literature and she is part of The New York Times books section. Ashton McHanton is new in New York, he is a 24 year old man, born and raised in Santa Barbara. He graduated from University of California Santa Barbara in Literature Major. His relationships were not successful because of the bullying he has suffered when he was a child. What would happen when fears, passion and people from their past get mixed? Will they be able to make it to the end together or will fear tear them apart?

This exquisite book is divided into three parts. The first one narrates the short story My little fairy; in which a make a tribute to all mothers, for giving us the gift of life, and many other things we usually don`t see or appreciate. The second part is an anthology of 80 poems that are amongst my favorite. The poems are about almost everything but most of all I talk about life and death, sadness, loneliness, separation, hurting, melancholy, broken hearts, and more. The third part is a short tale named: Beto, the black cat. This tale is my first one in my series of Orange Feathers and Tales of Picis. It is an entertaining story with a message, as all my Picis tales. I really hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

(this one is obviously not completely mine…) The blog or to reblog, that is the question — Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer critique bombardment of Unknowns. Or to reblog the dreams of days long gone. And by opposing show them wrong.