Through Time And Space, We Exist ~ (4 ~ collaboration)


We always try to count our blessings
Take a stroll on the sunny side of the street
Meet, greet, smiles shuffling to a beat
Stop by a cart, pickup some street-meat
Sauerkraut and onions zipped with ketchup
Lounging in a bun, toasted by the sun
Break it apart, give half to a bum
It isn’t much, it might be all one can sum up
Through time and space, we exist
We do, we surely fucking do

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste
Why waste
Why waste

Children ignored for a phone’s digital charm
Desperate for play, to interact with someone
Perhaps dig in sand, fly a kite over sea
Or play a marathon game of Monopoly
Face-to-face with a smile, they gently ask
It takes nothing to set down our screens
Yet, when we say let’s play…it means everything
Through time and space, we exist
Nurturing these youth of ours
Will change Earth’s energy

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste
Why waste

People hurting in all walks of life
It takes nothing at all to be kind
A smile, a hug, even virtually
Can make such a difference to see
We can’t all reach for money
But we can all find other ways to be
The bright spot in someone’s sorrow
The way to their happy tomorrow
Through time and space, we exist
To connect is something that we all wish

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste our hearts in solitary
Why waste

It’s better to give than to take, or so they say
Those who haven’t really had hard times
Wandering and wondering where to stay
Spoiled rotten they look away to their screens
Tuck their children in bed after being fed
Airing it on social media for it to be read
“Look at me,” and all that I’ve done for society
When the reality is it’s only for notoriety
Through time and space, we exist
Together yet separately, this can’t persist

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste our hearts in solitary
Why waste our very existence

Written by PoetGirlEm ~ VictoryInTrouble ~ Wetbliss ~ AntönyRös


I’m fucking high right now. Both spiritually and physically.
Physically cuz, I just smoked a fatty 😋💨
Spiritually, because of the experience of sharing with another soul.
In this case, three beautiful souls.

(stanza 2) Miss Emily from, PoetGirlEmyou know her. She writes beautifully, she sings whimsically, she plays that thingy that she has to squeezy And, she is the inventor of the IBoard Desk. I kid you not. Check out her site. You’ll see it. And when there, surf through and you know, feel the jam. Shes cool, super cool. I promise you.

(stanza 3) Miss Vic from, VictoryInTroubleyes, her table is set and it’s covered end to end. A mix, a buffet of so many stunning words that you will surely find many that will stir the heart fancy. Go, go now and see….you’ll see the brilliance of her poetry and feel each line creep into your body, shake, rattle and roll

(stanza 4) Miss Wetbliss, from Wetbliss my bucketlist partner. Remember now, I’m high.
Sultry, steamy, sensually stimulating, she sins with her words. Beware, reading this sirens poetry will cause temporary blindness that erupts with colours of sex that only dreams can make up but leaves a wish for it to be real. Go visit! Now!

Ladies, thank you 🙏➰❤️

The Bucket List ~ His Night ~ (check)


Black suit, white shirt, shoes with an onyx shine
Silk straight tie that ripples as light reflects lines
An occasion that requires to be dressed to the nines
A check, off the list that was once so taboo, it was a crime
His Night, shared with his wife, wearing a strap on and smile

It’s her turn to drive off-road and she’s calling all the shots
Her orders executed with precision, a stretch, to make him hot
A public statement, a sexy dominatrix determined to top
She adjusts to the power and feel of her glorious, long cock
Tonight they’d be getting off once his cherry-ring popped

She eyes her man, standing tall, dark and handsome
As quick as a wink, was told to discard the Boss, fashion
A Chippendale moment, she oiled and stroked her phalanx
The fire burning inside her, heats the rubbers passion
Prepping to lube up his butt, to take her dominating accession

Switched, what started out as play is no longer a game
Fingers buried in the hair at his nape, pulled in for a taste
Tongue probing, molding, stroking making a claim
A gasp, a breath, his body sways, she took his words away
The façade protecting his ass would never be the same

The command to turn over, just like rover, would do simple
Doggie down, ass in the air, she notices his, Mars dimples
A lick from the tip, along his shaft, kissing the balls, her nose tingles
Taking in his manly scent, reaching the crest, she sizzles
At attention, holding her rubber cock, she begins to wiggle

Loins rocking with burning emotion on their own accord
Instinctually, her tongue quickly darts out to further explore
Primal musky flavor that has her stabbing at his core
Drool and spit, fingers slip, building overwhelming adore
Open and ready he accepts the tip and begs for more

Surging sphincter, a rush, rushing forward on
Tingling his cocks head, as hers penetrates in
Slippery slope, soapy suds, the joy foaming sin
The ride from behind, her smile forms a devilish grin
His Night, as she fucks his ass from up top

It’s His Night, and for her alone he gives it all to her
Meeting thrusts where pain and pleasure start to blur
Nestled deep in his seat she grinds into a slow wind
Pouring wine then a reach around to squeeze his vine
Dry from behind saying, “Your ass was always mine”

written by ~ Wetbliss and Ax. 

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I hope you enjoyed this romp. A new addition to our bucket list series.
please visit Wetbliss
A talented and beautiful soul. Her pen can peel clothes off in a flash and draw the desire that comes naturally. i am honoured to call her my friend. to have had the pleasure to write with and hope to continue on.

M’Bliss, thank you yet again. Bowing 🙏➰❤️

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…..

Temptation of Man ~ a collaboration

  
From the blackest sky filled with stars
It moved, it swirled, it, tilted
Stopped in the dead of tracks
Taken like a deer in headlights
Fingers stretched out under the glow
Eyes, that light and captures sight
A voice trails from an echo that twirls from the tail

Clearer, its tone comes to ear as it gets nearer
Ethos of the past cultivating in sounds
A profound sense of familiarity, tumbling down
Shadows twist, shift and drift, in and out
Of my consciousness holding dark desires
Transfixed by the eye of calmness, as it rages on
A tornado of debris moves all around me

Impending decapitation or awaken from a dream
Bow to me, you sorrowful man, look and see
My eyes reveal the pleasures that are free
Your soul, is the single, one price you’ll pay
Wear the crown, draped in the finest silks
Drink wine made of berries and grapes
Feast on a table set with silver and crystal
Dance with a maiden whom you’ll take to bed
Step out of your head and shed the dread
Don’t be remiss in this duty to seal your fate
Have a taste of the divine powers bestowed
Below, where juices freely flow in your wake
It is your right, take heed until thirst is slaked
Sow seeds in trenches, watch destiny unfold
As mysteries are exposed, relish in taboos told
In her docile acquiescence disrobe with control

Stepping forward, a shaking hand is clasped
One to the light of a shadow cast
The other to a faith where hope would last
Senses have been picked apart
Luring a fragile heart
A lamb among the wolves greet
Those who bear the fruit of deceit

When you take my soul, will I be happy?
Only time will tell, this could turn out badly
You’ll have partake and seek your own peace
Rivaled in the fantasy of your day dreams
To know what it means to touch and feel
Another’s comfort against the night screams
It’s real, now go forth into the abysmal that steals

A Collaboration ~ Wetbliss and Ax

Blessed again to unite with a dear friend. Those of you who know, know, Wet Bliss is a poetess with a golden tongue, whose lips are ruby red from biting down. her erotica is soft and hard, takes the extremes into blissful dreams. dont think its all naughty spice. she can draw lines that make you think and drag your ass through the dark streets.
This collaboration has a little of everything. i hope you all enjoy.
please visit Wet Bliss (enter here)

M’Bliss, thank you again, another bit of my heart heals, thanks to you.

Back Scrubber

The third one out…quickly jumps in at the chance of working with Signore Oscar and WetBliss. Two amazing artists who paint with words that color our minds…read along but be careful not to get soap in the eyes or is it?

Oscar and M’Bliss, thank you so much for inviting me to sit at your table. Humbled and Honored.