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…..

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

Woman v/v


Beneath a canopy symbolic of my heart,
held to breast, the beating sound pounds,
as life from within seeping across holds dear,
the woman in my dream so near.

Side by side to walk and run under moon or sun,
through rain or shine her comfort is mine,
where she will find a place provided,
in my care undivided.

In the presence of life outside our castle,
would be the essence of a devoted couple,
lead by my courage to protect,
showing all her worth of my respect.

Behind closed doors in a humble abode,
stripped of rags that hang off flesh and bone,
exposing the desire of two hearts that are free,
melting into a blissful menage a vie.

A woman, a mother, a lover, mates the soul,
when restraints are placed to submit in whole,
collared in leather snapping the lock closed,
allowing her pleasure to surrender to my hold.

Ax

Woman iv/v

  
I can see your colours that fill,
every inch that is naked from a soul,
that feels the essence of being a woman,
wanted by another in a need to hold.

I can see the colours swirling over flesh,
drawing a mystery over time expressed,
taking the challenge to impress,
reading the truths with honour and respect.

I can see more colours that comes from inside,
where the deepest secrets reside,
harbored safe from hurtful eyes,
saved for the grace of a pure hearts cry.

Ax

i thought i could get all 5 done tonight. its 3am and am tired. will do v/v tomorrow.
thanks for all the visits and likes tonight. peace and love 🙏❤️

Woman iii/v

  
Heat would rise blistering,
as it chars the grain that travels,
from ground to heights,
that meet your eyes.

Arching back as your curves dance,
leaving trails to hike up between your thighs,
tight to my sight that pulls,
me into your heaving breasts.

The length of your neck exposed,
eye teeth grow from my mouth,
wanting to bite, nay, compelled,
to sink into your flesh with a vampires hunger.

The taste of blood trickles down my chin,
mingling with my saliva dripping on your skin,
fluids from inside pour hot with desire,
burning, burning, burning in your fire.

Ax