"A athair gra."

"A father's love" in the Irish language is "A athair gra."

Sooo....for your pleasure....!

"A father's love"

in the Irish language is

"A athair gra."

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Bacon, beagles, buddies ‘n boys,

These are a few of life’s little joys,

While boys will be boys,

And we all love our toys,

They’re just small diversions life employs…

For it is the ladies we favor,

To give life its flavor,

For all daughters and fathers and young viceroys….!

Bottom  line.  For a dude to be a Dad, you dear reader, Someone had to carry you around in her belly for nine months with you kicking her in the kidneys every time she lay down to sleep!

The parental roles are different and both parents play either role on occasion...

... but I thank God for each my parents and today, this day, I am especially honored and pleased to be my Father's son and father of my own….

Happy Father’s Day!!!

~Veritas

Jottings Inspired....Jottings of the Naughty Kind....!

Nary an image comes to mind...

All I have to offer are these words just for you to find,

Crafted with care, then thrice, thrice refined....

More poetry from my fevered mind.....

So bad,  un- approved,  but ever so, so kind.....

She was his sweet addiction....

Who threwe him a crazed kaniption.....

Sparking his tumescence to  grow...

She knows, oh, she knows he so thinks....

She is... the, the minx.....

Her folds....

So soft.....

So wet...

So smooth....

So pink....

His fingers… ah yes, they are the bolds.....

To delve… then trace, the lines…of… her ink....

He pauses  to reflect...

And says what the heckt....

Pushing send with a grin and a wink….

~Veritas....!

Sustainable Surfing...Marama Kake Goes Surfing.....Oh Wow....!!!!

Here's a lovely Kiwi Lass,
Naked save a smile and a salt soaked ass...

Sun's caresst,
On Bunns 'n Breast...

Seasoned with Salt,
Bare nekked to a fault!

Actually our naked surfer girl is dead serious about her avocation,

We're just glad she shares.....

...and shares....

Oh, Summer is soon coming....!

                                                                       ~Veritas!

Sleeping Beauty....

Sleeping Beauty, Slumbering Maid...
Tween thy orbs my head last laid,

Sleeping Beauty...
Sensuous Cutie,
What dreams cause your nipples to grow....?

Reclining at twilight...
Lights last fade alight,
Making my manhood grow...!

Breasts are such beautiful things....
Cradled as a pair,
One to kiss, the other, a beautiful spare,
Glimmering orbs in the half light,
Ripe and welcoming both left and right,
A knowing half smile as she awaits...
              My fingertip play...
                             By braile.....

                                                                           ~Veritas.....

An Ode to Mothers Fair.... Happy Mother's Day All!

Happy Mothers Day Favored Ladies!!

Whether you are a mother or one who opens her heart as a mother would in your daily lives, we are all better for the ways you all touch our lives and hearts...


I wrote this two years ago, It seems like a good spot to set it down to pixelated paper yet again.....


The important thing, I think, to hold close to our hearts as we live our daily lives, is the joy we can all find in each other and the little delightful things we discover daily in our lives...

Not every day goes the way we want. Most days, most things don't go the way we want, but....I heard a good thing well worth quoting the other day, it was:


"You cannot change yesterday, but today is wide open."


I hope Mothers Day is a good, joyful, relaxing one for all our mothers and nurturing “should be mothers”.... don't let the little things cloud the love....





Happy Mother's Day...


A mother so kind,
It is a rare, rare find,
She dwells within the heart,
Whether near or far, far apart,
Throughout the daily grind,
Her presence is there, always tucked deep in your mind,
Her smile and kind words, they rise and greet each day,
Her nurturing shows in both work and play,
A full heart's love; distilled and refined,
So many layers to peal, before revealing her complex mind,
All are parts of her generous heart,
A loving heat that shapes and molds a child from life's very start,
Oh Gentle World... be kind,
This day is Mother's joy to find.

Ba mhaith liom tú a máthair iontach's lá!

I wish you a  wonderful mother's day!

Happy Mother's Day....

~V
:)

Where the Nettle Meets the Thorn....

The words here are my own....inspired by one of my favorite musical artists, Snow Patrol.

May you find as much pleasure in them as do I.....

"Twas the wee, wee hours of the morn,

Off where the Nettle Meets the Thorn,

Deep...deep in that quiet Garden,

Hidden in the far...far corner of the Fenn,

That Garden of Earthly Delight,

Tipping, glimering near the edge of one's Kenn...

Sudden hearts surely skip at the sight,

Of Ruddy Wild Eire Roses,

Dancing Quietly in the Moonlight....

~Veritas

The Happy Redheaded Nymph of Spring....!

Just a Happy Redheaded Nymph of Spring....

Have a Happy Hump Day, its Just the Thing...

No Words Needed Today,

Just a Picture for Play....

~Veritas

Change....

Change is always difficult. All the things that we go through in life that are difficult for us are those very things that make us each special and unique. 

Even identical twins are not that, but different unique and distinct. 

These are precisely those things that make us who we are. 

It's important to take those difficult and painful things we each have in our lives and use them to not only allow ourselves to become stronger, but to also give to others, our help and strength. 

 To help those who experience the same things as we once did.

A dear friend wrote these words, I've paraphrased here.  She has gone through some incredibly difficult times in her life but her kindness and goodness and inner strength grows.  I am proud to know her and honored by her friendship. 

Considering it is Easter Week, oddly considering the decidedly Adult themes I explore here....but nonetheless, I think Inner Strength and Sacrifice and Reaching Out to help one's fellow man or woman, is precisely the message carried on a rough hewn cross through the streets of Jerusalem all those centuries ago....

I wish you all, dear Readers, kindness, forgiveness and passion for each day...


~Veritas

April First....

Twas the First of April,
and she gave me a trill,

Warm lips on my own, woke me with a thrill,

Delving lower, she pleasured me with her considerable skill,

Then rising to whisper, soft in my ear,

"Until, sweet lover, until...."

And with that she smiled and rose,

"Soon," I murmered, reaching for her as she slipped off into the morning's dew....

April is the month for Lovers....find yours and kiss her well.

Then again....!

I believe I will dedicate this week to Lovers Unsaid.....  I look forward to hearing if my efforts meet with approval, from you, dear reader... from you.....


~Veritas

Just a Bunny for Spring.....

Just a Bunny For Spring....



Hef's girls really aren't my thing....

(Well...once but it was a party and she was Miss June or July and in tight leather pants...but, I digress....)

But the ears  after all, are just oh so cute....

Naked save Collar and  french cuffs to boot,

And there is that tiny wiggle and wobble she makes,

As she smiles as if eager for both our sakes,

And moving closer while she ties her bow,

Leaning in, scented breath to my ear whispering,

                                        "I swallow,"

                                                                      "Don't you know?"

Said the Bunny, with a smile....Just for Spring....

Enjoy  the Beauty of the day (and hopefully my poetic efforts as well)...!

~Veritas

Welcome Spring...!

Spring is in the air,

Birds sing, flowers bloom, begining to grow...

Carefree Maidens, naked and bare...

Banishing Winter with a flick of a toe,







Welcoming Summer's Frolic,

                               So soon to be here....

So Grab some Bolli and perhaps a Sombrero....

                        ....and by all means,  Smile!

Happy Spring, Dearest Friend!



(She does look just sooo happy, doesn't she......?)



                      ......Veritas~

(Just a short postscript, I have been a bit thoughtful, looking back at some of my work here. I don't see it as mysogenistic at all... but rather; empowering to see women BE women, free to simply BE. 

BE themselves...

BE free...

BE sexy,   BE mysterious,   BE carefree,

BE independent....

Life simply isn't this way, but for a short while, we can dream and girls can be just themselves without limits....

...and that is what I like to think in this small way, on some days, I do....

...Besides they're cute as hell...!)


          ~V~

Happy St Patty's Day.....Sonas Ort!!

St Patricks Celebration is upon us once again,
 and I am reminded of  a Poem I wrote a bit ago....

Enjoy!

And,


 Happy St Patty's Day!!!



Ruddy Mane Scented so Fine,

Leading down the Path of Pleasure and Sin,

Twas a Wee Freckled Lass,
Who Artfully
and thoroughly
did
me
in,

She was and is a Nymph Refined,
Naked and Blushing,
Full of Spark and Sass,
Long Legs
to Seduce
as they Unwind....




Oh yes,
Twas a Wee Freckled Lass,
Who Stole Me Heart,
Just Bold
as Brass!



Her Seduction, Pure Art,
Artless yet Artfully applied,
Nibbling Kisses
like Sweet
Riesling
Wine,
Bewitching her Seductive Smile 'n Twitching Irish Ass,



Nary a Day Doth Pass,
Lest I touch the spot she kissed, arms entwined....
Hiontach Sweet Mine.....



A Sip of Jameson's

Your Lips caress with a Dragonfly's Flutter,
Light and Fine....




Veritas~

I am feeling Especially Gaelic Today! 'Tis the end of a long and pleasant week....one well finished with an impromptu Toast to Sweetly Tempt the Soul and Seduce the Mind....

Willfully Played ...

...and
Deftly
Aroused
Down
Under...
Sonas ort!!


~V

The Ides of March

"Beware the Ides of March,"
He said, somewhat arch,
She mumbled softly, stretching,
As the morning light made her so very fetching,





"Ides?" she queeried, still half asleep,
"Yes," he whispered, kissing her awake,
Parting her knees and driving deep,
"I'd kiss you, I'd wake you... for you I'd take..."





She smiles reaching to meet his kiss,
"I'd welcome, I'd spread,"
She drew him to her, her lips to his,
Her heels guiding...
                          



His hips to hers,
                          Everything,
                                            And nothing,
                                                                 Left unsaid,




~Veritas