Come As One


A high from sativa gold, nicknamed; because of the ride
Exploding images that entice and thrill the fucking mind
Flowing movements that twist and twirl
The pure of sex, is out of this world
Like chess, moving about to take command
King and Queen lay arms to love, hand to hand
The mind reacts to every move
Reading and following the groove
Nothing about tomorrow
Yesterday is but sweet sorrow
Now, right now, its right
Fucking through the night

Taken hard by a kiss
Hands run along back to hips
Bring in close, squeeze tight
Whispers of a want tonight
Words come misty in thought
Because desire runs amuck
Flying clothes
Making noise
Spilled wine drips
The cat licks
Grabbing breasts
Smacking asses
Feed her flower
Climb his tower
Soaked in ecstasy
Kissed, breathlessly
Moment to moment
Thrust to thrust
Pound for pound
Come
As
One

Ax

Sailing


Sails shimmy down to capture the wind
The air exhaled, sailing the open sea
Far, wide, as anyone can see

Drawn, to a call of mystery
A point ahead, on a compass true
The mark upon, sailors brew

Tip to bottom, bow to stern
Rocks the waves, bobbing head
Lapping, sprays of salty breath

Follow the line, the horizon draws
A state of lust, loops to form
A sixty-nine, down on the floor

Limbs spread wide, as an ocean swale
Thrashing tide rises long
Sailing through, a misty fog

Deep to her throat, tonguing her core
The rudder leads the keel on
As ecstasy cradles the hull

AntönyRös

Secret Fairytale


She’s a good girl. This to be true, as said
actions, defining words that strum from heart to head.
The direction it takes, comes from within
could it be up, towards the eyes or down in naughty sin.
To see, what simply is a picture, lit by Franklins light
as much as it belongs to the sun that sits up high.
Fallen, for a vision who dwells afar, her intoxicating fragrance
invades, a lonely soul with grace and elegance.

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“Baby. I’m drunk on you” said with passion and flare
that rises to the occasion, partaking in a one night affair.
Pleasure thyself, as a voice echoes clear with instruction
Topping the moment, while the other diddles to eruption.
Bells invention, that brings two people together
airwaves carry, two passing ships who tether.
Embracing each other, to the sounds of swooning sails
the image of spooning a pillow, sharing a secret fairytale.

Ax

The Bucket List Series: #2 ~ A Duet with Ax

From a coffee shop back alley to the sky above land and sea. This couple checking off a list made up of sensuous lust and love.
I hope you enjoy this next installment. I wonder what’s next for Mr and Mrs Smith. Stay tuned for next months adventure.
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In The Throes Of Lust

  
Single malt, running smooth
Heating up the inside
Taste buds dance
To the flow of scotch
Running over moss

It paints a picture
Visions in his head
All the wants
That’s whispered
Past lips as said

He can break apart
The pulls from the heart
So it leads to conquer
But weakens to one and it comes
From the dark side of lust

A light will show his lines
They curve and swirl his flesh
That covers the bones that stand erect
A twitching nervous system
Electrified by thoughts exploding in his head

Every breath he takes
Fuels the urge to consume
The nectar of the gods
Drunk from flowing silver goblets
Laid out on golden platters

Minstrels play to soothe the heart
Plucking those same strings
Now strung on a ivory harp
Set between thighs of milky white
Her fingers, tingle, as they mingle

Curling them strums arousal
The senses rouse
As they endeavour to devour
The taste of her
Flower

Chambers warmed by glowing fire
Feather stuffed pillows thrown about
St Peters Cross
Front and centre
Walls of stone with hanging shackles

Scented candles burn
Of jasmine myrrh
Inhaled the herb
Packed in a bowl
Releasing urges

Naked in the light
She sees his beauty
Half exposed
But it’s the other In the dark
She is after

Kneeling at his feet
In taking that which is sweet
To her lips and tongue
Filling her mouth
With his staff of life

The beginning of a night
That will turn the world
From light to dark
Enveloped
In the throes of lust

Ax

Samba ~ a duet

  
Her approach, fills his eyes wide
A glowing beauty, dolled up to dance
His heart beats, to the sound of music
He feels the shimmie shake
As she steps, she takes, his breath

Extending his hand, she holds with a promise

This girl, is going to twirl, your head around
Twist and shake, bring you to the ground
Red lips inviting,
Those killer curves move
Smooth steps, in the stride of her heels

Boy, you best bring your moves tonight

Shoes are shined, pants pressed, even wearing a vest
Holding her hand, he leads her in a whirl
So all can see, this ravashing beauty
Legs like a gazelle, sleek and smooth
Watch the glide into his arms, as he embraces her

Square they stand, on the down beat they start

Raising her hips, to meet his chest
He tightens his grip
Around her waist, pulling her near
Then rotating her back
In loose steps, their bodies incite

Fan the flames, the heat intensifies

The orchestra fuels the vibe to drive
A seductive samba, that glitters
To the spin of a spinning mirror ball
As it caresses every move they make
Followed by the judges eyes in wake

The sultry sway, romancing the way

Their skin, licked with the salsa beats
Pounding hearts, to the bang of the drum
Her lipstick mouth and his slicked back hair
Their bodies mesh, slip and spin
Slide, in tangled limbs

She leans in with a whisper against his ear

As they hold the final step in a freeze
The music stops as applause erupts
The smile on his face, brighter than snow
But his heart has been chilled by words said
The sparkle in his eyes enhanced by tears

He wished that the music never ended

In silence,
Shadows dance, in seamless twine,
Two perfect strangers, transcended as one,
A brief affair, lost in the night,
Dancing in the moment, a moment in time.

a duet ~ written by JenniferCalvert and AntonyRos

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I have had the pleasure of writing with Jennifer over at INK AND QUILL many times and with each new, it gets better and better. im sure you all know her, so please make your way over and say hello. She has one kickass blog. Want a ride? hitch yourself to Ink and Quill.

Jennifer, thank you again for the honour of this dance 🙏❤️

Touchdown

   
Quietly yielding in silence
The softness of her breath entices

Pearly buds, swell to ripen
Licking lips that draws a taste to liken

Reflective image off a silver screen
A cinematic exposure of a erotic scene

Twirling fingers, slide and roll
The flesh around a dripping wet hole

Dipping in, to coat in a sticky film
Spreading the joy, lubricating the rim

Back and forth, the intensity quickens
Slamming hard with multiple digits

The urge in me grows impatient
Arm chair quarterback, cheering on the formation

Waving banners and a foamy No.1 hand that twirls
Chanting, “we are the champions, of the world”

Driving to the line in the final seconds
Diving into the end-zone, a mark of legends

A score on the board flashing, around
A fan in the room yells, touchdown!

She does a shimmy shake
Her body vibrates

Spasm after spasm
One glory of an orgasm

Ax

don’t know about you but watching is pretty intense