Time - A Sensuous poem

Tic-toc -tic -toc-tic-toc

The sound of the tall, old wooden grandfather clock disturbs the silence in the room as our bodies sit united as one.

Within your legs, I sat perfectly still

Quiet 

Content

In love with you

In love with the moment

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 

My head ceased up against the amplitude of your chest.

As my nostril breathed in the masculine redolence of your flesh. 

My head curls tighter into your chest, allowing my ears to capture the slow-soft beats of your heart

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 

Time seems to pass without urgency as our bodies enfold together

My thoughts seem to be here

Then over there

Now it is nowhere as my mind takes time out from the world that surrounded us.

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 

The sound of the old clock seems to be getting more blatant

My eyes opened and noticed the time on the clock was incorrect, and the pendulum 

was not swinging.

The tic-toc-tic-toc- sound 

Was my heart, being utterly in love with yours.

 

We should never forget that the sum of the little things is what keeps a marriage happy.

Peace

Love

And Happiness

1ManView

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I didn't 2 - Sensuous poem in prose.....

I didn't ask to fall in love with you

I did try my best to keep my heart at bay

But being with you calmed the beast residing inside my soul

Kissing your lips, quiet the bad thoughts that ran rampage inside my mind

Talking to you always left me completely intrigue

Getting to know you, lead me to knowing a person with a heart that was pure  

And when you gave it all  to me without reservation

I fell completely, hopelessly, in love with you

(For LC)

(C)1MnaView

Your love is .... Prose poem (Thought series)

Your love is like a breath of fresh air...

Touchable -           ( But unable to grasp with your fingers, yet hold it within 
                                 your heart )

Invisible -               ( Only to the naked eye, but not to the soul)

Silent  -                  ( To ones ears, not ones heart)

Odorless -              (But at times, very pungent)

Tasteless -            ( Yet ungodly sweet)

Come out of nowhere -             (But always around when you need it)

Refreshing to the soul -             (Always changing - for the better)

Can't live without -                    (Not even those with the strongest of hearts)

1Manview © 11-26– 2016

Love Awakened .......... Prose poem

I awaken this morning, the same way I fell asleep,
Stomach pressed up against the smooth curvature of your back,
Pelvic, tight against the back of yours,
One arm wrapped around the indention of your waist,
with my hand full fisted with the softness of your breast flesh,
Lips resting on the nape of your neck,
while my nose inhale the subdued scent of you,
I awaken this morning the same way I fell asleep,
Full of love, just for you

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Reasons ......... Prose Poetry (Thought series)

Did you know,

That I need you?

Did you know,

That I want you?

Did you know,

That I love you just the way you are?

I asked,

Just in case you forgot...

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Spirit....... Rhymes Poem ........ Repost ......

High on a bridge she sits and waits

And while she waits, she anticipates

Waiting for him to turn from a sprit to mortal flesh

So they can put a love hotter then the sun, to the test

Like the howl of the wolf is carried by the wind

Her soul travels through his vines, where their love will blend

So every time the sun rise and shines

She'll always be there, putting her love on his mind

Never again in her heart will she feel sadness

While living in this world of unhappiness and madness

Once their lost souls intertwine

Their love for each other, will flow in their vines forever, like fine french wine

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Naive ........... Prose poem ........ Thought series ....

Her smile was implanted in my mind, a millisecond before the cold tip of her nose 

nuzzled into my neck,

My thoughts was how could someone be so cold on a summer day, 

while the sun still lingered modernly low in the sky?

This woman I held in my arms was a mystery to me,

Her ways, her actions, were far different then mine,

But I endeared the way she felt in my arms,

I lingered to feel the warmth of her breath on my neck flesh,

Yet I knew I wasn't in love, at lease I didn't think so

Back then, I always thought she was the innocent naive person,

Today, I know it was me......

Thoughts series: A random moment of my thoughts captured by my pen...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012