starseeds iv (erotic duet)

part iv of the starseeds duet series,
a collaboration between Ax of Perso~in~Poesia & Tiffany.
in swirls of bliss,
the two finally kiss,
eyes locking, wantonly,
lips meeting, passionately,
finding new ways to display
the gratitude in their meeting.
in deepest throes,
releasing all their woes,
a kiss runs long as tongues dance
the embrace of a lifetime in wait
his rise, calls to her eyes
together taking their souls up high
in response to his rise
heat radiates from her thighs
her scent for him all sins repented
desire for the union of his hardness
melding with the folds of her softness
brings a deepening of the lovers embrace
in his arms she melts
wrapping her legs that lock
around his waist, he rocks
pushing up into her, his cock
sending bursts of heavenly stars
with each thrust, farther in lust
in trust, her feelings extend
she lets go to his binding love
bound to a will, to be set free
the tempo surges, electrifying
the sweetest bliss had been missed
found now, in a sensuous mist
in a haze, time that had been lost
coming to fruition
the object of their intuition
as seen from their souls vision
the unity of immortal spirits
lasting till the final breath exhaled
building, riding on updrafts rising
circling, enfolding, in trust holding
flesh into flesh pressing, repeating
heat smelting, insides molding
molten liquid releasing, squeezing
starburst breathing, summit reaching
final thrust enthralls
juices flowing like waterfalls
cascades the loneliness to fade
when death was once the finality
new light now glows a destiny
starseeds planted in ecstasy
__/|\__ Metta
Image: Google

Woman iii/v by Ax: The Melding

Woman iii/v
By Ax

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.


Here the strong stanza structure of i & ii gets lost as the poet gets lost in his lover’s curves; lost energetically in her amorphous matrix. Loss of self is part of the dance of sexual union between partners. Here the tempo shifts to a more erotic and heat-filled sequence; less of him claiming & conquering (ii) while here we also see a melding of heat and bodily fluids.

One of the main reasons the poet is seeking his lover, his anima, is for healing himself. Healing is a process of transformation. Great energy is required to transform, much like the process of smelting metal to create a sword. In ii we see heat as a common theme throughout the poem. The lovers meld together producing heat for their transformation.

The poet bonds further with his lover when he falls into her breasts, her heart and takes of her life force. In taking of her blood, he tastes her; a completion of the five senses begun in ii. This is also an energy exchange from his blood loss in i. In sucking her blood he tastes her, unites with her, consumes her and further claims her.

Additionally notable is that the energy of emotions is water with both saliva and blood being predominately water. So here we also see the emotional connection developing between the two lovers. Perhaps this is also why the tone and structure are softened here: the two are uniting, melding into one another and connecting emotionally.

In iii the Divine Union between lovers intensifies as they begin to become one, while also connecting on an emotional level, thus deepening their connection.

Woman v Series by A with commentary

Related Essays and Poems:

The Fountain

Vampire Skin (antithesis: fear of love)

The Spiritual Foundry

__/|\__ Metta


Woman ii/v by Ax: A Closer View

Woman ii/v
by Ax

In different point of view,
the blood that is pumped,
through my veins follows,
the shape of a woman,
that invades my,

The hour is glassed,
as time beads in drops,
with a yearning to hold,
her hips in my hands,
soaked with my,

The scent that rises,
from her wet moist cunt,
drips on the head,
of my bulging cock,
filling more, my

To hold her hair as reins,
and pull back her head,
as my thrust impales,
smacking flesh to flesh,
porno fucking my,


There continues to be symmetry in the appearance of the poem, a rising and falling with each of the four stanzas appearing at large like the rest. Perhaps much like the revolving that occurs in a relationship: the pushing away, the pulling towards. The desire to have and yet the fear of it, too. This can be seen in his hands sweating, probably both from his desire and fear of her.

In Woman i/v, the poet describes his Goddess etherically and in ii/v he describes her physically and sexually. This bringing her to him sexually, he grounds her energy to the earth. Meanwhile he claims her and takes her as his own; impaling her perhaps even on her throne. There are references to the shape of her body (an hour glass) and a reference of time collecting, probably his desire to no longer wait.

The song “Closer” was chosen for the similar energy between the poem and the song. Projecting the song onto the poem, we see the poet’s desire for escape from himself. Where he wants to focus on her instead of himself. It is their union that brings him closer to God.

He deepens his connection to her in the activation of his senses. He feels her in his blood; his heartbeat. He sees her shape, smells her scent, can feel her heat, while hearing the beat of their fucking. Activating all of the senses except taste, but I’m confident that in his mind he can taste her, too. With each activation of the senses, he further grounds her energy into his world.  This is an important key in manifestation! Being able to sense with as many of our senses the very thing we desire. 

So on many levels, this poem is incredibly hot!

Woman v Series by Ax with commentary

Related poems and essays:
Closer (erotic)

senses, a mix up

__/|\__ Metta

closer (erotic)

Dripping sweat
Rapid heart beats
Probing hands
Reaching for the center

No Universe
Just this room
This person
No one

Just me
And him
The passion
The glory
Dripping sweat

The center is near
The world is silent
Except for the heartbeats

There is too much air
I can feel you there

The sweat soaked sheets
The body heat
Rapid heart beats

Nothing between us now
Closer no more air

Just one person now
No universe
The center is here
In this room
In this person
The universe starts here

The end is near
Though it’s only just begun
Just one
Just one person now

No universe
The center is here
Alpha and Omega
The beginning and the end
In this room
With this person
The universe starts here

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