Here are some treasured pieces I have managed to find… they were written by a very beautifully soul and friend, Marcus… the journey he would take you on with his words were incredible, lol I told him I loved his mind…
Sadly when I was away travelling at the end of last year he passed on from this world suddenly… he has been one of the most amazing people I’ve come across in my life!
My heart goes out to his Lady-wolf…
He and Tony were best mates and I hope one day we will meet up and get to spend that night together ~ oh what a hoot it would be… laughing out loud, telling tales and HATFM xox
[Marcus wrote this beautiful piece with Dana ~ “Message in a Bottle” Blog]
“Kindred Spirits Rise” ( A Duet)
Two souls stopping the passage of time
Extending hands and taking hold
Their heart beats throw away rhyme
Flying with faith on wings of ink
Carried by the four winds into darkness
No fears to chain them to earth’s sins
~
The embrace of gravity effortlessly lifting
Leaving a trail of forest dust and sea mist
Their comet hearts glow with the love they have for words
That fills the space like twinkling stars in the distance
A journey both have longed for since the beginning of their time
Fearless, their eyes sparkle with a special kind of love
~
The two spirits, one of fur and one of fin, speak with one tongue
A language all their own founded in respect and grace
They soar upon their hearts’ shared desires
To be understood and accepted in empathetic embrace
His howling verses that pull emotion from her buried scars
Are rewarded with her provocative smiles and erotic fires
~
Shed they do their earthly forms
Where they go, endless dreams are carried by imagination
Yes, it’s true the universe is full of bitterness
As we glide through space and time
Our words are the keys that open doors
Our passion and emotions are keys of gold
~
For eyes that have never met, they see beyond
Roughened exteriors and salacious smiles
Their friendship transcends all expectations
Allowing them to feel with open hearts and stained fingers
Bridging all distances in time and experience
Creating a much greater tale for the Wolf and the Siren
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We are a never-ending story, our hearts joined
As long as there are stars to reach and planetary moons to beach
Home calls for us to rejoin, one the woods and one the sea
It has been a most extraordinary trip to cherish for eternity
2014 © Marcus
[Marcus wrote this amazing piece with John aka JMC813]
“SPIRITS OF STRENGTH AND HONOUR”
Amongst the wilds of the parched and perilous grassy plains
The strong will survive under watchful eye his reign
Through the seasons of rain and sun under the harsh winters urn
Leading the pack within the woods as nature turns
Tried and treasured pride, no easy task to fight for and win
Securing his right for many generations of royalty to begin
Foresee the future compelled to sow his seed
The honor of mating, creating life, the need
Daily survival dictates one ugly truth shall remain
Need for sacrificial prey so his kingdom can sustain
Hunt to kill not for sport but to fill
Bellies that call to hunger, killing is a bitter pill
Given keys to the kingdom, bestowed this existence
To be a guardians assurance of majestic persistence
To roam wild and free a gift of life given
To run, to live, survive in woodlands heaven
Mighty roar to blue skies boasts dignity and fortitude
Unmistakably within can be heard undying gratitude
Under the one moons glow, spirits of strength and honor
Draws howls with distant brother roars in valor.
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2014 © Marcus & John ~ JMC813
Marcus’s entry in the “Lace Challenge” via SJ Warners Blog:
from the breath of an angel
wings created
through meadow graceful
seen beating, floating
a human’s touch would destroy its life, painful
sheer enough for light to pass
veins finely laced
a living stained glass
from stem to stem
waltzing through tall grass
wings designed to fly and hover
dips and dives, loop de loop
sounds they make, stutter-flutter
a playful kamikaze
flirting in the months of summer
in a silent embrace
dragonflies mating
origami masters using paper lace
would fail to replicate
its beauty and darting grace
come visit often
little blue dragonfly
we’ve a short time until autumn
for you i, but not i for you
will be forgotten
with colours so sublime
a garden fantasy
will look for you when its time
humming, the sound of spring
when your wings of lace buzz in rhyme
2014 © Marcus
Picture from http://weheartit.com via Marlene
Marcus’s entry in the “Erotic Advent Challenge” via SJ Warners Blog:
A frosty night below the northern lights
High atop the world of ice and snow so white
A journey made once a year
To the land of polar bears and reindeer
The eve of Christmas ’twas the night
Anticipation drives me, pure delight
Dasher Dancer Prancer and Vixen, Comet Cupid Donner and Blitzen
All are ready with the star Rudolph in the sleigh sittin’
Fame got to his head
Because of that fucking nose so red
Off they go
With old fat Nick in tow
All the elves fast asleep
After filling their bellies with treats
The door lay open inviting me in
A roaring fire glowing within
This cozy wintery house
Only one creature was stirring and it wasn’t a mouse
Stockings pulled tight up to the thighs
The moment I saw her lust sighed
Two glasses with ice and a bottle of jack
Pour us a drink she said and come lay back
Cookies and milk will not do
She smiles; not on this night with me and you
My fingers touched her curled up toes
And shimmied up to her nose
Planting kisses along the way
Her eyes watched with a sway
She licked her lips painted black
And drooled spit on her lovely rack
Squeezing her titties
Nibbling her nibbies
Her breathing deepened, her breasts heaving
Her pretty now sweating and dripping
Licking her folds
Fisting my hair, her hand firmly holds
Shouting commands driving me crazy
Tongue darting in and out and all around her pussy
Give me the cock she says with a scream
Fill my mouth with your sweet cream
Well, let me just say I did what was told
As I fucked her mouth low and behold
One of the elves appeared, Jenny her name
A sexy little kitten wanting to join the game
A tiny creature all of four feet tall
As delicate as a china doll
She climbed onto the bed
And started fingering Mrs Red
While my cock was pounding her mouth
Jenny was working down south
The two of us pleasing Mother Christmas
And it was fucking delicious
All through the night three of us fucking
While Saint Nick was delivering
One night a year I make my way to the North Pole
To fill a clients twitching hole
Before walking out I leave my card on the table
Kandy Kane Escorts, Willing and Able
The night Santa really came to my home
He left a sack of coal with a note ~ naughty boys roam
2014 © Marcus
Marcus’s entry in the “MDRomance Challenge” via Mark D. Davis’s Blog:
Through his world written in rhyme and prose,
words echo clear across the skies.
Through love and hate in passions throes,
his howled tone misunderstood.
Through pain of light this beast hides,
ashamed of whom he really is.
Through darkened night his soul rides,
among the stars he named for her.
Through time that passes stuck in mud,
a sacrifice in life he now vows.
Through all the letters scribed in blood,
does she know how much he loves.
Through all the scribbled unread letters,
he never sent.
Through all the buried treasures,
his heart kept.
Through open fields he laid in tall grass,
blooms appeared that match his blood red.
Through his heart his Bonny Lass,
will live on beyond his time on earth.
Through all that’s said when done,
a silent pledge to her was made.
Through and through she is the one,
if she only knew, how much he loves.
Through the night fate had heart,
she appeared in a dream.
Through the stars spread apart,
lack of courage failed him yet again.
Through confession begs to heal,
he gave to her his undying love.
Through his own blade of steel,
an end comes to this love story.
Through the sounds of crying birds,
she now knows, how much he loved.
Through his final words,
she found all the letters never sent.