A One Night Stand ~ a duet

  
I’m incomplete, still creating a masterpiece
Lady in red, stripping down to garters, stockings and heels
She turns and smiles a sapphire smile
Her eyes light up with a devils glow
Brings a rise between my thighs
Glowing grace to my face
Bare to the bone, she pours oil on my soul…

I’m a masterpiece, still incomplete
Man in black, stalking me like a hound in heat
I turn around, and I see that wicked smile.
I know he is making love to me in his mind
His eyes light up with a knowing glow
He tears me apart as I rip him out
Until only our pieces remain on the floor…

Impact, colliding trains force a shake
Head to head engines on the same track
Pushing forward, giving ground
Screeching moans lubed up pistons pound
Whistles blowing, steam rising
Hands and mouths exploring
Drinking in wine fermented in carnal sin…

Collision inevitable, impact undeniable
head to toe, tongues seeking searching
Hands berserk, shadows screaming
Sticky fingers, dripping with desire
Whistles loud, steam burning
Shaking every pore, every fiber
Drinking the elixir from the well of pure sin…

Locking limbs, loins afire
Swollen angel full to ire
Melting flesh that burns so much
The feel of such from lustful touch
To have you now, fill your hole
The urge to invade whole
Muscles flex with every thrust given…

your hunger to eat me alive
The beast in you survived
I ain’t no angel you see
So have your way with me
My urge to take you whole
Inside this throbbing core
Come now, let’s release…

A moment like this is to savour
The flavour fusing juices
A final taste of a one night stand
Mouth to your back your ass in my hand
Rimming your cocoa dollop
Lapping, watching your eyes light up
The sweetness of fine creamy chocolate…

Savour me all you can, boy
Take out your kinkiest toy
I’ll show ya my unseen porn
One night stand, daylight I’ll be gone
But, don’t you stop yet, I’m not done
Get honking with that horn
Let’s hear you scream, bring it on…

Forced to wall with a bite to your neck
Sidestep your legs and spread your cheeks
This will be one to remember
As my weapon attacks, your body surrenders
Bulbous head, blooms through petals pouch
A surge that implodes two sides of the globe
Screams of “eat me” said in words like these…

Holler up, Honker down
Raging boner in my glistening crown
Slide it in, slide it out
Bruise my lips, swell my pout
Harder you go, deeper I take
Lemme show show ya, I don’t fake
Surrender to me, let’s not stop….

A stallions stride, fist full of your flowing mane
Bucking crazy, sweat dripping insane
Squirting gushing, puddles flooding
Sweet Madame Blue, begging
Revving engines humming deep in the red
The needle scorching past 200
The whiz from the wind has them howling…

Musky mustang, striding stallion
Running free, running wild, potent passion
Irresistible pulchritude locked in heat
Hormones rushing, head to feet
Acidic Sire Red, Begging release after release
Shoving harder, Sweet Madame Blue, to please
Supernova explosion, dead drop, essence fuse……

written by Nandita & Ax

I have heard that the spices from India are the best in the world. I have had the pleasure of sampling those spices in the form of a poetess that glows by the name Manan Unleashed but to us all she is Lady Nandita. A seductress who uses words to seduce mind, body and soul. If by chance you do not know Dita. Make your way over and explore this ladys mastery of the exotic kind. Link Here To Blog

Dita
thank you for a wild ride. this one tired me out. your approach is breathtaking how easily your words flow. magical is all I can say. thank you again for this gift to share a page 🙏❤️

The Ephemeral Veil

Brother!  a word I’ve recently used.  More in the last 12 months than in my entire life.   Brother or Sister, sharing a special moment that can only be described as sublime.  Writing with Matthew and Nathalie was just that and is, a cherished memory for me.

Thank you Nathalie and Matthew, for the previous, the now and the next…

Please link below to visit Matthews blog to be amazed and thrilled.   

God her subconscious has called I hearken to her plight her denial means nothing my son of false light Lucifer a desire, a wish is all they crave to taste what is forbidden by your grace I offer a …

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The Ephemeral Veil

Thank you Nathalie for joining Matthew and I.  For a moment, you’ve filled our hearts, with that moment, it will, last forever.

Please link below directly to Nathalie’s blog.   Venture on to more of her artistry and soak yourselves in her passionate flow.

 

God her subconscious has called I hearken to her plight her denial means nothing my son of false light Satan a desire, a wish is all they crave to taste what is forbidden by your grace I offer a pl…

Source: The Ephemeral Veil

The Bucket List Series  ~  1  ~ a duet

  
A barista frothing, swirling sounds of mothers milk
The steam churning a whirlpool of lush cream
A lady in waiting feels a tingle, one a vibrator signals
Fidgeting, she turns her head and sees a dream
Six feet two, in Armani blue, hands in his pockets
Eyes bright, as shooting rockets
Her breath escapes, he inhales
Her lips part, he smiles
Shall we take it to go?
She nods to a door that leads to an alley below

Customers passed, guiding hand above her ass
Never looking back, a inconspicuous sip
Against nervous lips, down the stairs into humid air
Heart racing, anticipation of a torrid affair
Ready to come undone the caffeine’s done
Tossed cups, mouths crush, pushed up
Against the wall as sighs fall
Skirt hikes on top of thighs
His fingers slip under as hers unzips
Riding his digits she pumps in a tight fist

He tastes her on his fingers, mingling with espresso
Tongues her mouth, to mix in her caramel macchiato
As she catches the scent of her own natural beauty
He spreads her legs and dives down below
Pressed against wall and railing, her flower blooms
Looking up at a beautiful blue morning sky
Standing up, raising one leg, he enters slow, at first
Building up speed, his buttocks flexes hard
Thrusting high and deep, she muffles moans meek
Letting out shouts when it hits that fucking g-spot

She begins to spout as he swallows her sounds
Filling withdrawal symptoms, dipping in and out
Energy courses through their bloodstream
A double-shot stimulant of raw carnality
The best way to wake up is with mounting lust,
Foldgers can’t compare to the heady aroma in the air
Shared between full bodies that brew incessantly
Legs wrapped around waist he deeply percolates
Spewing and sputtering until the last drop drained
Slipping off she skims the froth on his cock, for a taste

Stirring sensations, a full and robust French press
A dollop of cream and a whisper of cinnamon
The buzz in their heads erupts a caffeines rush
Eyes staring into eyes of a special one
From a kiss, as gentle as the rain in spring, she whispers…
“I love you, and all the things you do for me. For us.”
She buries her head in his chest, they catch their breath
Arms wrap tightly in a hug then she begins to giggle
He asks what’s so funny, and grinds his hips a little
She says, I’m sorry, the front of your pants are a mess

a collaboration, written by ~ Wetbliss and Ax ~

it is always a pleasure when I get to write with Wetbliss Press Here for Link to Blog
She is a favorite of mine going back to day one on my journey through this magical land called wordpress. Her poetry is exquisite. Her style has the grace of a Lady and the passion of a Seductress. A poetess, poet, a slinger of exotic, erotic words who can spin to the dark and shine a light to soften the heart.
Please, if you have never been to Wetland…..get over there and be blissed.
Peace.

Thank you M’Bliss. for your friendship and support 🙏❤️

Antony

I hope you enjoy the series…..

a reading by EmilyC ~ Demons Playing With Angels

most recently I was honoured to have written a collaboration with Emily at Poet Girl Em ~ link here to her site
Demons Playing With Angels started as part of Inside My Head…Mind series. it was a very short poem. Emily made a comment about Demons and Angels playing. I asked her to help me write it. The end result for me was magical. Thank you again Emily.
Em sent me a recording of our poem. attached. Due to tech issues, I get to post it hahaha, #winning. Sorry Em.
its beautifully done. I hope you give it a listen. And don’t forget to follow Emily. Her art is wondeful.