Gawd-damn, We’re Really Humming


I’ll grab you hard, watch your eyes for a sign to pull back. I’ll kiss your mouth, run my tongue in your ear, feel you squirm down there. No need of things that bind. I want you loose, to feel the want, of wanting you. Raise those legs, let me lick along the backs, nibble on your heels, make my way to your toes and suck each one, they’ll wish to explode. Spread them open, get in-between, flick the piggy, I see you getting giggly. Soon it stops as I hold my cock and stroke it gently with your lushish size sevens. Pause for a brief moment, take in what is holding. Laser beam eyes devise a route, journey north towards heaven, to explore and conquer. I crave the taste only you can brew. The aroma is intoxicating, leaving me melting in a pot of whiskey and honey. Lest I forget, make sure to taste your rim, dark and nutty. Drive the rise through a garden party. Flower blooms bright, wet and throbbing. Surf your belly, visit your inny, poke it a little, to make you giggle. Hills are alive, your nubs peaking perky. Squeeze with a twist, bite down so it hurts, just enough to send a spark. Firm yet giggley, a natural beauty. My tip, just inches from your lips that open, it itches to take in a swallow. Glides back and forth, fucking your titties. Grabbing the ass on a forward thrust, deep down the throat in one clean suck. Slowly releasing, your tongue runs swirling, the same you’ve done to ice cream dripping. Pop the head, stroke the girth, take a nibble of the purple monster. Push yourself up, trying to take control. The urge to fuck, so great, you could come with a dick in your mouth. No. Not good enough. Want it all. Filling it in like a jigsaw puzzle. Turn around, doggy style. Plant your face in a pillows comfort. Gawd-damn, we’re really humming.

AntönyRös

Saudade


Wrapped in silk, eyes enticed by curves that whisper words like waves that swerve.
With each step from the light,
shadows create a sight, that pulls.

Falling deep into the abyss, where sparkling onyx tricks the eyes to rise and fall along her majestic form.
As she glides, leading his eyes.

Frozen, almost in time, every second ticks as her heels click in a rhythm and rhyme.
Beguiling the eyes, leaving him breathing sublime.

His heart pounds, left wanting and found, his desire follows the lead, of the pipers tune.
That sways like a pendulum does, left to right becoming unwound.

Anger grows inside, it blossoms with an exotic ride of the mind, sinking teeth, taking bites, that travel from the toes, to thighs.

Tasting her sex, as it coats his lips and tongue, leaving traces for her to devour, when their mouths unite, in a deep sultry kiss.

Exposing their senses, where a man and woman bond, carnal knowledge, taking and giving, their most sacred of sexual pleasures.

Moments created, that are etched and sketched, forever engraved in the name of love and never to be left, with a feeling of saudade.

Ax

The One


Rolling off the tongue, a savour-full pour
Wine rests in a glass, breathing the night air
A sip or two, to loosen lips that yearns to kiss
The one

A letter drawn, to rekindle a dying fire
The thoughts of; once upon a time invades
With moments of the past fading in
The one

A spinning home, lifting off the ground
Howling wind, torture to the ears
Hoping to land in a place called Oz to find
The one

Going down, the same road
Painted, somewhat gold
Strutting along in Docs, looking for
The one

Hide spread wide, under the sun to dry
Battered metal, scattered around rusting
Straw stuffed in a mattress, making it comfy for
The one

Silky hair, flowing down in curls that rest
Shoulders bare with a smile that says; come here
Ruby red shoes and a twinkle in the eyes of
The one

Lollipop boys fanning the air
Monkeys with wings, serving good fare
Little Dorothy, chained and serenading
The one

A cackling laugh with a screeching sound
The wicked witch of the west pronounced
By the wizard himself, to be
The one

Kneel, and begin to prove your affection
Her words, voiceless heard
As the urge in my head finally found
The one

The taste of willows bark and eye of newt
Musty scent of moss from under foot
The dark allure of
The one

To drink the brew that stews
Boiling cauldron, bubbles with passion
Dirty deeds done, to satisfy
The one

Over and over, fuck the rainbow
Give me the forest, covered by night
High in the castle, with
The one

Ax

Pass The Dutchie ~ iii

  
Voices echo through the vacant spaces of my heart
Leaving swirls of misty thoughts, it starts
It was spring at my feet that sprung
Carried north above my eyes where it hung
Willow trees weeping in wide open spaces
Pines and birch sprouting buds in all the right places
Pinecones dripping sap trapping bugs for a feast
Where birds feed on springs harvest treat
A doleful voice poured into my cup
It was angelic but too distant for me to taste
A swoon of a voice as it calls
To my gaze, my eyes did lay
Upon a creature trapped in the forest where it came
The distant pain now fully in my wake
Found a wounded doe lost in its sorrow
Sobbing cries the pain endured, deep in to the marrow
I see but cannot touch flesh, for in dreams they are forbidden
But to sing in a song of whispers written
Pray that comforting words may enlighten
A soul in need cries out when in despair
Too late for some that could not bear
The wait for anyone to care

Ax

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…..

Free, Under The Sea

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I float above the waves that roll, the wind carries me and I lose control.

Flying high, above the sea, playful creatures below somersault and taunt me.

I dip my head and dive, arms stretched out in front, to pierce the icy surface and thrive.

Air pockets surround, am swarmed by grays’, my lungs begin to burn I fear I’ve drowned.

Am carried up towards the top, breaking through I take my fill to chuff a mighty blow and stop.

My newly formed tail pushes through, water torn I find myself streaming along.

I rise into the air again, a porpoise am reborn.

The ocean vast and clear, frolicking with whistles and clicks, now words to my ear.

With every rise I fly, taking in air to breathe, sleek and shinny my skin gleams, I scream, bonsai!

With my fill of air, I sink below to a world unknown, where I now live free, under the sea.

Ax

An Ode to Fuck

I had to share…
To be acquainted with a new soul has become a desire of mine.  Like finding a treasure.  Miss Emily C at poetgirlem is that find.  Her writing tells stunning stories….head over, get acquainted yourself and meet an awesome person.

There should be no likes here, link to Emily and plant it there 🙏 

A peek into my mind of 7 years ago…It’s fair to say that while my poetry is much deeper these days, not much has changed… ********************* fuck me with intention fuck me with conviction fuck me with passion fuck me with ambition fuck me on a whim fuck me skin to skin fuck me deep […]

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