A Natural Born Killer 


Strip the clothes off his back,
he’s like any animal
A living, breathing, beast,
trying to conquor the earth
So far from extinction,
aside from its own bloody hands
Cutting it down,
building it higher
Going below,
deeper and deeper
Digging its own grave at the whim,
of the grim reaper

A Natural Born Killer

Not enough farms,
to feed the masses
Over populated,
wars are started
Disease spreading far and wide,
no one can hide
Everyone praying to the same god,
with a different name, fraud!
It knows how to love in small batches,
still, many doors locked on latches
The only species that kills for amusement
what an embarrasment

AntönyRös

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 …

Source: The Ephemeral Veil

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…..

Neon Lights ~ nsfw

the city buzzes on the outside
filling hopes and dreams of shakers and deal makers
the ups and downs of this sinister fucking world
where neon lights point the way to a Heaven or Hell
where choices made to walk a peaceful narrow path
or venture off exploring in a cosmic zig zag
in another world purely woman and man
a bond created to explore what they have
free of rags that bind the flesh
where every beat of heart explodes
igniting the desire that burns inside
fueled by the love they have of lust
him to her fused as one
with the essence of their souls pressed
each sharing the want of life
both giving the need of love
his breath coats her flesh divine
his word protects every step she makes
his lips mark the curve and line of her body
as it melds with the nectar that is her
a taste upon his tongue like spice
the heat so intense it numbs
two living pieces shaped to fit
as his cock fills the gap between her legs
mouths exchange their bodily fluids
pressed until weak in the knees they fall
spent and left dreaming of more to rise
the sun comes up to start a new day
filling hopes and dreams of shakers and deal makers
the city buzzes on the outside
but the magic happens inside

Ax

Steamy

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The mirror reveals
A message like that
Sweet words that endear the heart
So blissful a smile turns to want

Steam still rising
The lettered streaks fade away
He spins around hard
She catches him, rising

Her finger curls in a calling
Her silent plea, needing
Taking it slow
Feeling it flow

Without any pressure
Seasoned souls
Reeling in the vibe
Along the thighs

Skims over the bump
On the hip that tickles
Beating hearts will rise
But its the tempo that creates the high

As you can see
I know you get this
When poetry sets free
Sex, when its Steamy

Ax

Say Something ~ a tri-collaboration


God stands to look over his flock
His eyes watered, a tear welled
He remembered the beginning
He recalled the love that was put
Into creating a world, that lives and breathes
With life of every kind, one, with a mind
He bowed His head and He shook
He bit his lip, blood dripped
~
“Say something, I’m giving up on you”
Wasted plea she whispers upon His crown
Starved by the flaccid attention He feeds His sheep
She licks the remains of their tithed release
Her faith diminished under the glow of his halo
Seeking salvation that He denies with feigned grace
Forsaken by poetic scripture He inks for them
She flees to the darkness under wing of another false prophet
~
“I don’t love you, but I always will”
Is what He sees and hears from above
His flock refusing His saving grace
Relying on themselves, shunning His love
Through the pain, realization comes
They are what He created, and given free will
As their Father, He’ll always love them
and the choice to accept His love, is theirs
~
“Say something, I’m giving up on you”
The silence was deafening as thunder shakes
“Say something, I’m giving up on you”
Tears fall as her scorned heart breaks
“Say something, I’m giving up on you”
His heart breaks from their continued rejection
“Say something I’m giving up on you”
~
I surrender in blood and ashes
As the angels weep tears of sorrow
Heaven and Earth stills in reflection

 

Written By in Collaboration
Dana ~ Love Letters Lost At Sea  ~  visit her blog here
Adhamh ~ Southside of Heaven  ~  visit his blog here
Ax ~ Perso~in~Poesia

Honor and Privilege are two words of many that can and does describe this post for me. To be able to collaborate with two extremely talented poets. Two poets I regard as Friends first and foremost. Links to their blogs are above, please, please visit for more magical rides from the depths of the sea to dream and to the sky’s above and beyond as far as we can see.

Dana, thank you for writing with me again. Humbled and grateful doesn’t cut it but I hope you know how I really feel.

Adhamh, our first collaboration and what better way than to slide along side our Lady friend. Thank you for sharing your talent and artistry.

Above Photo ~ Google Images

A Song
Say Something by A Great Big World