The Chevalier Philippe Antoine de Nares

Copyright © 2007-2009. Phillip Anthony Nares. All rights reserved./ The Destruction of Chastity and Virtue.
all written in honor of the greatest author of all time My Champion, My Hero,
My Philosopher:
The Marquis Donatien Alphonse François de Sade
The seducer of my soul, and the penchants of my design. He is the begetting of my inspirations anew and the resurrection of my passions old. The fire in my head is fanned to new heights by his passions in throe. Greatness is all I read from his books, from Rome to Cythera he has a history to tell, because of him I topple all that religious nonsense underfoot down below; because of him I am God’s eternal foe. Because of him I have found my eternal road.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Haiku
The Marquis de Sade,
wrote for the freedom of man.
Honoring Nature.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
I can only love you with all my senses
and enjoy you in everyway without defenses.
Truelove must be natural and never forced
Love me as I love you without remorse.
Let our bodies join to become one
Lips sealed together hearts to each other forever won.
Passion will guide us in our forever course
Only together can the will of passion be done.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
I demand satisfaction!
For my longed and raging passion.
Only you can fulfill,
With your charms those costumes conceal.
Only when I am satisfied in this fashion,
Will I regain my freewill.
For you control my actions,
And till then to no mercy will I appeal.
Till I have been satisfied,
And my passions have been nullified.
You I must pursue,
As only your charms will do.
The fire in my eyes,
And how my passions burn for you.
By you I am hypnotized,
Only seeking your love if it be true.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
How I do loathe that leprous Jew,
who leads the blind with philosophies untrue.
Too ignorant too seriously take a look,
all their answers lie within that made-up book.
Those silly believers wear the stupid hue,
and what they chose to keep those preachers took.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Loosening my manhood from my breeches,
To the kingdom of heaven it reaches.
Plunging it in to your very depths,
Which size and strength takes away your breath.
The pleasure this brings you be-teaches,
Making you moan, struggle, pant, and wet.
The passion in our amorous motion,
Defies all logic with its commotion.
You held tightly in my loving embrace,
While we keep a rhythm and steady pace.
Arousing our blood and fuck into a single amorous emulsion;
Taking up all of my wrinkled sack's space.
Our motion commands passions release,
Jets shooting out which never seem to cease.
Filling up your warm motherly cup,
With streams so strong they overtup.
Desired jets which brought struggle now bring peace,
In pleasures aftermath is where we both sup.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
In Honor of: The Sodality of The Friends of Crime Club
Nothing can compare to the innocence of such joys,
Kind kisses I deliver to their asses, members, cunts, and lips.
Use them to my will as a child’s imagination with toys.
Tapping them of all their strength, to the very last bit.
Though children they may be, by no means do I care.
Such youthfulness gives me life, their ignorant caresses
give me rejuvenation.
I stiffen at skin so white, so innocent, and so fair.
My appetite is fed as all of my penetrations cause them
the greatest of agitation.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
They come at this naked fawn from all different directions
each with his monstrous member grasped in his hand
she becomes frightened at the sight of there sizes
her indoctrination into the Libertine gospel begins.
Perceval drives his tongue down Florbelle's mouth
Solomon darts his into the hall of her daunted quim
Crepitus fulfills his mania by driving his into her asses interior
she's overwrought with spasms as all their tongues disappeared into the pleasure halls till then were dim.
Each gorges himself to the point excess
Florbelle is overwhelmed to the point where she tarries not
clamping Perceval's prick to the base inside her mouth
frigging Crepitus's and Solomon's gargantuan members till fully inflated with loveshot.
Perceval as he's being sucked molest her charming bubs
Solomon while being frigged fondles her tender rose
Crepitus in his handling agitates her asses vent
her pleasure shakes her violently from her head to her toes.
Florbelle excels in her learning's
her eyes are opened to new unexplored treasures
the three centaurs happily instruct her with their tutelage
they all fade away to the excesses of carnal pleasure.
She exhibits the pangs of pleasure through deep moans
Perceval who was being sucked moves to being frigged
Solomon who was being frigged moves into position to be sucked
Crepitus takes hold of the reins to embugger, Florbelle swooning as he inserted.
Crepitus depucleates Florbelle's narrow canal
while Solomon is filling her mouth in full
Perceval takes aim at her cunt, driving home
in every hole that procures the joys of life there is a monstrous tool.
They all stay their course in true
each riding the chariot of their most depraved pleasure
Florbelle becomes soiled with torrents of hot fuck
The three centaurs show no signs of withering members.
Florbelle is then commanded to get down on her hands and knees like a dog
Solomon fucks her cunt from down below
Crepitus drives his member into the depths of her throat
Perceval stuffs his engine into her entrails through her slough.
They stay in this haul for awhile
hard pumping and sweaty skin aroused within the centaurs new desire
all gazing at each other in action with lust for one another
their chiseled asses fueled anew the raging flames of passions fire.
Florbelle is instructed to contort her body so while Solomon tongues her vent, she sucks his member
Crepitus follows suit and drives his tongue down Solomon's hall
Perceval positions himself so as he tongues Crepitus his member finds a port
each feeling the pangs of Libertinage's intoxicating call.
Solomon is now the one to get down on all fours
Crepitus rams his member into Solomon's depths through his asses vent
Perceval drives his member astutely into the depths of Solomon's throat
Florbelle straddles Solomon so while her cunt is being licked by Perceval, by Crepitus her asshole is roughly sucked, tongued, and spent.
Crepitus then glides his member into Solomon's mouth
Perceval maneuvers himself between Solomon's legs sealing his lips to his device
Florbelle who is prostrate in posture sucks Perceval while he vexes her with his hand
Her fingers do likewise to Crepitus as she drives them into his vent in thrice.
Florbelle is then positioned so she lies flat on her back
Solomon raises her legs and drives his member into her asshole causing her agitation and his divine bliss
Perceval does the same to Crepitus who's member causes him to swoon away with ecstasy
as the two who fuck away fulfill their duty, the two being fucked lips meet in kiss.
Crepitus drives his member into the cleft of Solomon.
Perceval sits on Solomon's erect member so while fucking they face each other
Crepitus kisses the neck of Solomon and the lips of Perceval as they all fuck as one
while Florbelle lays on heavy strokes with a bundle of reeds that have been soaking in a bath of vinegar.
Solomon then rises from his knees stuffing Florbelle with all his might
Crepitus rams his member into the hall of Solomon's ass
Perceval drives his home into the angelic rectum in which Crepitus's buttock conceals
all linked together now as the Rosary Beads of Mass.
With the exception of Florbelle the three rakes change their positions at random
Solomon that engines this locomotive moves himself to the rear
Crepitus that was fucking Solomon takes over as conductor
Perceval takes his post as the muse in the middle, with Solomon stuffing him and he the one who steers.
As this caravan reaches the destination of their jaunt
delirium takes a hold of all, each away it carries
all are visited simultaneously by the seraphim of pleasure
Florbelle's soiled by Crepitus, as he by Perceval and he by Solomon with the greatest of lecheries.
The centaurs hit the mark of their targets
all four become rabid without a worldly care
Solomon let's out a cry, Perceval yells, Crepitus grunts, Florbelle screams
as the lechers inundate the holes they stuff of they who bare.
The trinity dislodge themselves meeting in secret council
drawing straws, Crepitus is the one who meets with lucks lot
he again embuggers Florbelle to the point of discharging
unbeknownst to Florbelle as her ass claims its prize he fires into her head a pistol shot.
Florbelle's asshole contorts and contracts to such degrees
Crepitus's heaven felt at that moment will never have a rival
Perceval stuffs himself into Crepitus and Solomon into Perceval adding to gratifications tyrannies
The fulfillment of pleasure was Florbelle's last gift at the cost of her survival.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
It is only truelove that continues to drive me on
For you my love now and forever more
In youth and when elderly and till the day I am gone
You are the one on earth whom I am made for.
No other woman on earth makes my heart sing
As you do my love with your purest heart
No one else but you causes my hearts passions to spring
When our two hearts conjoin to become a single part.
There is no other purpose to serve in my life
Then to conquer your heart and to gain your woo
I will only be complete when you become my wife
For death doesn’t compare as to with life without you.
To have you I will brave all courageous action
Even if it should cost me my dear eternal soul
Without you I am not a man but only a fraction
As you are what makes the soul of man whole.
There is no other woman in the world who can take your place
I long for the day when you stand at my side
No equal in beauty, charms, and in natural grace
I give you my soul what to do with is for you to decide.
It is a dream from you to obtain a single kiss
And a fantasy in the throes of love you to caresses
Only with your carnality will I know the meaning of bliss
My only wish is your heart to forever possess.
I’m living for the day when my all dreams come true
I know I am the only one who deserves to possess your heat
Without me you are not doing the best that you can do
And your heart will be left forever shattered into a million parts.
I will make your that is broken once again full
Making it beat again with only love that is pure
By the purity of my passion our hearts to each other pull
Truelove with all the woes of life is the only cure.
How only for you will my soul forever yearn
And on one knee with strength my passion pleads
You are the fuel which makes all my passions burn
And the only one earth who can satisfy my carnal needs.
For you I am a man willing to run all the risks
Even when I gain you I am to lose my head
All punishments to achieve your heart are meaningless, tsks-tsks
I will live not knowing regret till the day I am dead.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Taking you savagely from behind,
your lowest depths I strive to find.
Kissing your lips as I thrust and drive;
all your passions pleasures I unbind.
Causing your ass to ripple from my swive,
from Death’s brutal grip you become alive.
Releasing all of my precious fluid,
into your depths those torrents spurted.
Yours too shoot out in streams of hot gusts;
The mixing of all our joyous liquids.
Which has my balls drained and bust,
and your cunney and bum satisfied with lust.
Letting out all your loving sighs,
I too let out intense amorous cries.
With all my hot fuck you are filled;
both of us in the throes of passion dies.
Your lips to mine are locked and sealed.
Submitted to our passions as Nature willed.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
I miss you to the point of shedding tears
better than seeing you in a way which rouses my fear
I love you for who you are and that will never change
You have driven mad with passion and Love; mentally deranged
I do not recognize the person I see when looking in the mirror
I am incomplete without you, and alone am only half of my true range.
I would give any price to have you in my arms
And die a thousand deaths to possess your divine charms
Would suffer for eternity to have your lips to kiss
And kill all of humankind to obtain your throes of bliss
I will give my existence to keep you safe from all that harms
With all the things a man can ask for you are my only wish.
There is nothing more in this universe that I could want
In our time on earth that is known as life’s jaunt
Only with you in my arms would my life be truly complete
To make you swoon in the throes of truelove is my life’s only feat
I Love You with all my heart and I cannot help but flaunt
Consummated with all the ardor of fire when our lips finally meet.
And I’d rather be broken and forever let you go
Instead of being duped by your sham which is not truelove, only a chimerical show
It brakes my heart to see that you love a mediocre being
A vile man more fit to be a queen then your king
I love you with all my heart and that is all I will ever know
I need you my love, as you are the only one who is worthy to wear my ring.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
The Last Supper
My Truelove who is in my grasp, being molested, finds herself aroused to new heights as I slide a hand under her silken pantaloons, fondling her perfect ass and twitching plum rose. Moaning as I slide my finger down Venuses pantheon and another into her cave of woe. One finger sates her cunt as another perturbs the moist interior of her asshole, the latter causing her Elysium to really show.
Tearing away her garments I kiss her mouth, neck, shoulders, tits, stomach, mound, muff, lips, down to her toes. I Turn her around, kissing her flanks, spreading her cheeks, kissing their perfection along with the hole. She shivers where my lips have left there mark and have been agitating. And all to that point that had been discomforting to her at that moment made her loll.
I seal my lips to her twitching asshole. She freely lets the winds of her bowels blow. Catching them all into my mouth, tasting the essence of her most natural tune. She lets her farts fly freely with no hindrance and with much delight while I'm griping and spreading firmly those perfectly cleft moons. Coming with slaps to a glowing scarlet, as my tongue darts into her vent away she swoons.
My tongue acts as an enema, causing her pangs that the turd in her bowels will fall. A little snack I anticipate to gobble up whole, and to cleaning her anus with my lick. She loosens the muscles in her stomach while being filled with much joy, for on my face she squarely sat. Showing signs of laying a golden egg. It hatches as into my opened mouth a solid turd she shat.
She fills my mouth with her turd, my manias at that moment cannot in the least be contained. Gobble up every bit of the last supper she has provided me, my tongue licks clean her asshole which is most unclean. She cannot sit still as I clean with my tongue for out in pleasure, as I frolic about she sings. She experiences the greatest of agitation as my tongue licks her asshole back to its original state of sheen.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Given everything to the alter of Love, with my all.
Even if it should lead to my painful downfall.
Love drives me on to meet my uncertain fate.
Meaning it crumbles before me or it lovingly sates.
Confident with myself in the matters of Love, I stand tall.
Should even the One sought evade then dissipate.
To the One whom I rarely extend my hand,
either withers away of shame or in Love by me stands.
I cannot help the way in which I am made in so.
To go against my feelings would make myself a foe.
Repealing the warmth of my embrace or completing the soul of Man.
Submitting to me fully or leaving me forever hollow.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
My Blueprint For Courageous Action
To My Dearest Mademoiselle,
how for you I am such a scoundrel
dreaming of you with courageous actions most impure
exhausting all your passions and restoring them in cure.
I restore you with deepest of kisses
and with the tenderest of my caresses
your voice of pleasure is your moan
my tongue is your oppressor; violently shown.
And when you have visited pleasures throes
and been kissed, tongued, and sucked from your lips to your toes
I go even further draining you of all your strength
giving you life once again through my solidness, circumference, and length.
I penetrate your lips sending you into a frenzy
as my assault becomes more savage, I show no pity
you fly away to the gates of seventh heaven
as I brutally drive in filling your cunney with satisfaction.
As I rid you of all your prejudice
showing you the pleasures found in pain and decadence
you become in perfect tune with Natures call
seeking only immoral pleasures in there magnificent all.
When your cunney has been filled with passions heat
I raise my haunches for you to beat
you swing away with all might and main
my pleas for mercy go unheard and in vain.
When you've beat my cheeks to a bloody canvas
you get down on all fours yearning fifty lashes
I lay them on hard; you cry out in agony
you bare your pain brave, and I drown in felicity.
Suffering all my kisses, stuffing's, and refinements of my debauchery
entering the gates of heaven through my lips of buggery
with the sweetest of your returned caresses I again become solid with life
plunging myself back into your entrails; Hot! like a knife.
As I plunder every pore of yours my goddess
sucking, tonguing, and fucking every inch of your body, and all that's modest
you swoon and submit to the ether in a frenzy of passion
exhausted of all your strength, and blissfully beaten.
When both of us have been tainted by pleasures sway
and each has pleasured one another with equal amounts of fuck in pay
you fall deep asleep with your perfect cleft wide open
contorting myself to your body with a seal that is molten.
As we both enter to the pleasures of our dreams
my member that is inside of you shoots its fuck in hot streams
I bite and kiss while in ecstasy upon your shoulder and Venus neck
and with molesting hands that through out the night to your body vex.
Having conquered you in everyway cavalierly
and outraging all your senses, setting you free
by treating rough what had only been handled with tenderness
you melt with passionate kisses as I rascally divest.
Unlike all the other men that you have had in flesh
with their techniques unrefined and your body left repressed
for Nature sent me to fulfill all the passions in your mind in true
and with kisses, caresses, and torrents of hot fuck, your heart to forever woo.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
1st Version
The beauty of yore that she possesses
taints me with contrary and obsesses.
I strive to gain her hand by my songs of woo,
my words are my life which I live through.
My life is to gain all her kisses and caresses.
She inspires my desires all the while.
Though my life may seem a little trifle,
She is all I need to obtain heaven’s light.
For I've absconded to the left path from the right;
I live for the day when I'm the only one who makes her smile.
And in all that time I’ve sought her song
not a day goes by that I do not long,
for no other woman’s beauty can compare
as there is no other so beautiful and fair.
All others fall short who have passed and among.
As time passes by, my desire never fades.
Every time I think I’ve caught her she evades.
I’m the one who wishes for her prize the most.
In life and beyond, when I am a ghost,
she is the fire and fuel of all my escapades.
The traps for her that I have set
O’ dire and obsessive my woo, my net.
For her I have no reason or thinking bright,
I want her with all my heart and all my might.
She is the object of my affection that life begets.
Sadness is quenched by my longing love
for her prize is beyond that of God above,
and all other would-be suitors I will assail
for the conquest of winning her I shan’t fail;
as my love compared to any other drubs.
When times seem to be very droll
a smile ascends at the thought of her, loll.
she is the desire that makes life worth living.
A Libertine I have become to woo her befitting,
she is the passion of life that solely heats my soul.
Pander to all of her passions I promise I will,
anything she desires and needs I will fulfill.
If hell be the bounty to pay I will gladly go.
a price I'm most willing to pay to obtain her hand in sow,
should the Devil require my soul for the bill.
She stands for everything that is unique
and for her I save my most refined technique
for without her life would be as good as death
and the reason to go on without is nothing but a myth
blinded by Love She is the only one in my sight who isn't meek.
Nil are all other passions by far in compare
in winning a hand so pure no other bares.
And if I’m victorious in this quest without beguile,
by the voice of my heart I kept all the while,
she will know my love is true forever without despair.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Letters of FIRE!
With Letters of FIRE!
I express my desire
to obtain your heart.
To gain your woo
anything I must do
just to get my start.
By any means possible
even ways not honorable,
I know I can be a fiend.
Call out to Me!
for can't you see
that I'm your Love Machine.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
In Honor of: Giacomo Girolamo Casanova Chevalier de Seingalt
Chevalier Seingalt
Loved women with all his senses.
Died without regret.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Having given all to the alters to which you yearn
left cold instead of surmounted in that special part that burns
in your longing conquests to quench all of the desires
you find yourself at the alter without flint to light the fires.
In this sham you call love you choose to hang around his neck
for confidence has left you barren when there’s pleasures to collect
I would never make you feel like your Love is second best
by taking a common whore into the bed where we'd make love and have our rest
the words of Love flow from me in the conquest to woo your heart
whimpers of sheer joy that two express as one in a spark
with all the songs of your heart they never hear your voice
left dry to the bone were everyday you should be moist
and with all their chimeras they try to pawn off as divine
to busy living for others, as your purpose is solely mine
no words I write can express in full the agony I feel
to know you love another man without the same IRON WILL!
but if he makes you happy in everyway that is so
be assured my Love will never fade as when you call me to you I'll go
for nothing has changed with that ridiculous man in your humiliated past
and true to my words of pure passion "he can go and kiss my ass"
If you feel that he alone is the best that you can do
think again! my Love as I am one of those special few
but it is my own fault for feeling this pain and agony
as I Love you with all my heart, and your role nothing for me
I only want you to Love me for who I really am
a Poet Possessed by Love only inspired by your hand
I would only make Love to you with the greatest enthusiasm
making sure to make you lose two to my one your wits in great orgasm
I choose to die rather than believe any of that nonsense
that you were ever in Love at all, as the Love you had was obviously not intense
where was the passions at? not even for a moment threatened!
your lover more toned with the height of the latest fashion
why do you choose to follow that mediocre being you call a man?
when I want you without guise and for your honor will always stand
when you realize all that I have said is true and finally decide to remove your yoke
to summon me to your side all you have to do is say my name and invoke
when I've caught you in my arms I'll put an end to this chase
taking the prize so dearly sought, kissing the lips you dearly grace
it is a longed dream to come true to hold you dear in my arms
for no other woman in all the world but you possesses the greatest charms
blinded by passion you are the sole Love of my heart
where so many others have failed you I give you the proper art
when extinguished of your fire I restore with caresses of Zephyrus
rising with the crows of light through fresh rigors of bliss
you feel my passion in your veins though I am from afar
burning myself into your soul as your flesh bares its scars
I am motivated by you alone with all the Crimes of Love
taking you in everyway desired even if he should watch from above
let my Love be clear in everyway so it is beyond reproach
so all the flickering flames of lust are extinguished when they try to encroach
warming the bed of winter and in the open fields of spring
I will still need you this way my Love when you wear my ring
my oath is to keep you safe from all sorrow and from the hand of woe
I will give my life in the eternal fight against this evil foe
all I yearn to hear from your lips are pleasures in sweet moans of report
finding the wings to fly to heaven through the intensity of our transports
going down on one knee for the first time I start to pray
not for man or God, but to you and your gentle way
the purity you possess is the force that brought me down to my knee
and for the first time in my life with only clarity I see
in the ramparts of my ecstasy all your pleasures I lovingly sate
freeing that hidden jewel within that makes you grow not abate
through sickness and health, through beauty and if poor
after I have plundered all I eagerly beg for more and more
no other woman is capable of ever making me divert my eyes
for all that I have ever needed alone within you lies
by all the pleasures Nature grants us it is mine to make you swoon
day after day and night after night in our eternal honeymoon
and if I am not the one who is to make you eternally happy
I bow with grace and kiss your hand expressing to you my sympathy.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Kissing your perfect vertical lips
and the pair between your cleft that itch
causing you the greatest of agitation
when my tongue drives in with its full elongation
driving it to the very base of your pits
putting an end to your desperation.
Moving up to your voluptuous fruit
which I handle like a savage brute
all is my victim when it comes to your chest
leaving teeth marks of passion upon your perfect breast
on, between, and around them with sucking and kisses I loot
the pleasures that await you keep you safe from all regress.
I continue onwards suckling your mouth and alabaster neck
when I refine my assaults your eyes roll back in pleasures check
your skin covered with sweat has a angelic glow
as I kiss, suck, and bite in passion you enter pleasures trove
In my state of frenzy where I have missed your pleasures beck
seeing you in the state of satisfaction is what causes me to grow.
When by your reason and skill I reach full size
and bury my member to the hilt between your thighs
by our strength and heat we become as one
to all the pleasures of debauchery we will never shun
my releases of passion are marked by your pleasurable cries
this night I discovered pleasure as all others next to yours are none.
When all our pleasures have been exhausted
and your cheeks and cunney have been kissed, fucked, spread, and accosted
we are refreshed by the great struggle found in passions fray
you by my rascality and I by your genteelness give way
I pull you on top of me till you are properly mounted
both are overcome with the greatest rapture of 'La Petite Morte.'
Shooting our pleasures in streams of hot jets
I drain you of your nectar, my balls release their contents
my torso is drenched with torrents of your love
and I lose mine as only one man ever should of
kissing and caressing, you a thousand times with passions hellbent
glued to your body as a hand fits a glove.
Ravishing you again intrepidly
causing you to lose your wits in the throes of felicity
I kiss and pounce upon you like a savage beast
you open up the pathways so I may feast
my passion is to please you with the greatest indignities
never losing interest with your body in the least.
Finally when I've extracted all your pleasures, moans, and weeps
sending you to Elysium by my bounds and leaps
I by your throes have been properly sated
drained of all my love, and my member jaded
after our sex ritual it is time to sleep
both to be awakened by the passions motivated.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
An attraction and she is gone
as a raindrop in a pond,
breath and memories of despair;
a heart thought won, but her
feelings did not share.
She did not care of how my heart
sung to the beauty that she bares,
or for my despair.
No love is there for me in pond
just the memories of her face,
and the fact she is gone.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
The Legend of John Hardon
There is a sad bunch who live near the Boston shore.
Consisting of faggy fops, and the streets purest whore.
A hero tried to free her, but she was content being a whorish peon.
The Hero who tried and failed was the legendary dupe John Hardon.
The first one to send her money for her trifling art.
Praising her in poetry and her used up parts.
He tried to take her, but far away she lived so.
By not taking John Hardon's hand when he offered she struck him with a blow.
John Hardon is man of refined taste.
Even desiring the lips of her hideous face.
When she walks the streets with her head held high.
Her big whorish nose sucks all the air out from the sky.
John Hardon is not one of those bleeding hearts.
Never giving to charity, letting Death do its part.
He sees everything the way it should be.
Having the key to the door, never setting them free.
He sometimes likes to give a good fight,
for John Hardon never runs away in fright.
He is an honest man, and to all he offends.
To the conforming society he never bends.
Having no cares for what people think.
Never wiping his ass so proudly it stinks.
When John Hardon walked by the smell that entered the nose.
Had all eyes opened wide, and every being had froze.
His figure is one that does stand tall.
He farts while walking giving it to all.
John Hardon is a man who loves to give,
free winds from his bowels to all who live.
The clothes he wears are torn and ragged.
Teeth stained yellow; broken and jagged.
John Hardon is a man who lives with little care.
Loves to get naked and his body to share.
He seeks to find a woman who is not a whore.
From Boston Common to the California shore.
But John Hardon is a man most willing to pay.
To stick his prick to cunt in his preferred way.
In search to find for what he needs.
Preferably with the first touch it bleeds.
John Hardon is a man with many gifts.
The sort that get turned into myths.
All those who see John Hardon come.
Would believe by his appearance that he is a bum.
But he is a man of extreme wealth.
Keeping his skills in the mode of stealth.
John Hardon is a Man of little honor.
Trying to procure the charms of women spoken for.
When the advances of his were turned down,
The smile he always wore had become a frown.
With his pen he writes with wit.
Giving praise to those who are pathetic.
When John Hardon writes he is never politically correct.
Writing of factual accounts for the villains to reflect.
He is a man who is most gracious.
Willing to partake in anything that is salacious.
Never revealing too much with his ordinary look.
Everything John Hardon does he writes in his book.
Mocking all things that are bourgeois.
Even fashions trends consider serious bylaw.
Stripping away all the cloaks and layers.
The unruly way of John Hardon's manners.
Inspired by those he judges to be pompous boobs.
As those following black apes by the Danube.
With his sarcasms he gives them praise.
And by their acting John Hardon is amazed.
Finding it all to be a joke.
The reason he tries to pick lock her yoke.
She is overwhelmed by his eccentricities.
John Hardon is a man blinded by passion, he never sees.
The triumph of their folly makes them gloat.
With the heat of John Hardon's fart in the back of their throats.
Without the boldness of this Man they would never know.
The way they live their lives is a amusing show.
What John Hardon did was for the better.
Not aware of the fire inside of his letters.
Trying to put an end to that vile sham.
To the feelings of others he could give a damn.
Without John Hardon they will never learn.
To be without guise or forever yearn.
He lives his life accordingly,
and the whore he loves is only right for He.
John Hardon bares fully to those fops his firm arse.
His conquest is too win her love putting an end to that farce.
Without his touch the whore he loves will never know the hand of bliss.
And the lips between his cleft those faggy fops can kiss.
But if by choice the whore he loves chooses never to escape.
He seeks for the freshest flesh to dilate.
Never wanting or excepting anything that is less.
As John Hardon is a Man of quality and the very best.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
With a bundle of switches
in hand and all the strength
the arm can muster,
a stroke across those cheeks
makes those twin moons red
and those fleshy orbs quiver.
Flogging is not only meant
to be aimed at those
fleshy orbs,
that fleshy tissue behind
the thighs beautifully
absorbs.
The switches make the flesh
sensitive to the slightest
touch.
A finger here, a finger there.
A finger driven causes heaven
with such.
The switches cause cold flesh
to be fervent with every sensuous
stroke,
having the victim begging for more
with every lash as passion’s flames
they stoke.
The switches must be
first soaked in a bath of
vinegar
so when they land they are
sharp to asses beautiful
exterior.
The agitation this causes
soon turns to a heavenly
bliss
as blood flows more to
that special part with the
shredding of the epidermis.
When those fleshy orbs
have become properly
shredded,
the tongue and member
are to be deeply embedded.
Buggery being the most
piquant pleasure known to
man and beyond,
insisted to be done
passionately by the rake,
more desired then
Venuses Pantheon.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Is everything as it should be?
that desperation leads to clammy joys.
Blinded by needing without eyes to see,
that only dupes will be her fucking boys.
Her cunney has only been fucked by little lambs.
The reason her cunney has never been filled with its sought desire.
Her lovers mediocre, dispensing but a cold phlegm in drams,
when my cock inside her cunney would be shooting torrents of liquid fire!
As the strength of my fuck would relieve her of all fret,
forever sating her yearning heart.
My milky jets heat in her cunney would whet,
from then on only moistening her lips apart.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Oh, my precious farts
that shoot into her mouth like darts,
how with I hate to part
with your taste that is so tart.
As I blow that fowl air
which causes mouth and nose despair,
as my farts exit there lair
they make the sound when papers tear.
When they make that tearing sound,
and the target of there shots is found
in the nose and throat, there heat is bound
which has my victim most confound.
As my farts charge towards,
into her mouth, there heat rewards;
there taste most certainly abhors,
filling her mouth with gaseous forwards.
When my farts exit my hole
and there waves shoot out in whole,
they render esteem and pride so dole
that my victim cannot be consoled.
Those bubbles that dart out in rages,
and by there strength her wits outrages.
There taste is potent as the philosophy of sages,
as there greatness can fill ten thousand pages.
The taste that comes with those ripples,
has her choke with the heat of there whiffles.
There steam gives her throat and nose the tingles,
as they were the victims of my smelliest whistles.
My farts sends her into the ether,
and with there taste savagely beat her.
With her life my farts makes her teeter,
playing with death as if she was its seeker.
As she swallows the last bit of my gas,
and by disgust into unconsciousness pass;
she was brave and so long she did last.
With her mouth and nose buried inside my ass.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
Florbelle's Holy Communion
My constant erection
points as a lightning rod straight to heaven.
The agitation of the flesh in the villainies of elation,
the Christ child in my arms shivers with electrified gyration.
With preliminaries I molest her alabaster titties with rough hands.
I then bite the nipples of that heavenly fruit, causing them to erectly stand.
Her asses fresh canvas awaits in earnest for my artistic mind,
manacling her legs & arms spread eagle to floor and ceiling binds.
To start the ceremony I whip her angelic cheeks to bloody tatters.
Her asses hue varies as every stroke alters its matter.
The flogging heats her brain to the point of boiling over.
She swoons as I titillate her clitoris that's covered with fresh silken clover.
The bright crimson now coloring her perfectly cleft ass
fills me with licentious joys, brought by the myrtle of Libertinage's wrath.
My tongue fences fiercely with her asses vent and mons veneris.
She’s freed so with all her might and cunning she can suck my gargantuan penis,
choking on its entirety of fourteen inches of length, nine inches circumference.
As I drive my member deep down to the abyss of her gullet,
despite the discomfort this caused her, her lips course stayed ever true
‘til delirium took a hold of me as her lips sought to woo.
While down there she buries her big nose into the depths of my asshole.
Farting into her mouth, the air in which she breathes is that which I blow.
I switch places with her, sucking in all her air, burying my nose deep within,
swallowing her farts with the greatest delight as though a divine heaven wind.
With her lips sealed on my asshole I shoot my farts to the very back of her throat.
Their heat and piquant taste causes her to violently choke.
She does the same to me with hot winds that taste of turd,
dispensing a little hash into my mouth which has the consistency of curd.
Her hermetically sealed lips sate my member with their union.
Hot jet streams of molten pearl shoot forth, covering her buxom bosom.
With the balm of my loins I moisten the entrance to her cunt.
Through the pantheon of Venus, into her depths I am sunk.
Deep thrusts of pleasure bursting through her hymen with all my might and main,
causing her to realize the pleasures in the throes of pain.
Grasping her tightly as she tries to pull away from thee,
fucking her flexing quim ‘til bloody, stuffing it with my ecstasy.
As I drive my member deep into the depths of her womb
the fat she still retains from childhood makes the sweetest sound of pleasures tune,
driving me mad with wanton lust. I drive in with hardening rabid flare,
blinded by the savagery of perversion to ribbons her roses petals I tear.
I drive my member in hitting her bleeding cunt’s base.
A grimacing look of pain distorts her pretty face.
I drive it all the way in ‘til her cunt lips meet my balls.
She screams out in pain as into her womb my member saws.
My device runs straight and deep into her warm entrails
with blasphemous poetry followed by pleasures song, out loud she shrills.
I can feel her quiver with joy, my inner thighs are moist with vital evidence,
causing my balls to fire Christ's Eucharist into the depths of her uterus.
She's inundated and overflowing; my love seeps from her dent.
I then take her dorsal, depucelating her asses vent.
She is tense, grasping sheets in fist, biting down on the pillow hard.
as I battle with her hindquarters I simultaneously impact a golden mard.
I, being a practitioner of Libertinage and its most ardent student,
drive my member into her asshole with such savageness it causes her to have a movement.
My member pacts her turd tightly into the tubing of her bowels
and I am overcome with pleasure as her face in discomfort scowls.
The turd my member compacts in her fundaments rubs annoyingly against her vaginal wall,
giving her pleasure through agitation, she soon becomes an enthralled,
though short-lived, falling victim to my maniacal force
as pleasure shared is pleasure lost; pleasure being our only course.
She raises her divine haunches high into the air,
driving my manhood home to the pit of Hades ‘til her anus meets my hair.
She screams, "STOP!!!" begs for my mercy, but I have no cares for thought,
stifling her objections with buggeries pleasure to me it forth brought.
The ripple of her ass causes my member to drive ever deep,
hitting the base of her temple’s wall signified by a painful leap.
The tune of colliding flesh causes my member to shoot a constant hot stream of cum,
scalding into the very depths of her fundaments filling her with my fiery sum.
The tightness and warmth of her bum causes my mouth to foam.
My manias are overwhelmed, the violence in my insane pumping shown.
She cries out in pain through the vexations of a crime.
It soon turned to the tune of pleasure with rhythm and fleshes chime.
I bury my member deep inside right up to the hilt,
filling all the while her tabernacle with all my passions spilt.
She cries out for more and more, deeper and deeper, harder and harder
though I was stuffed in all the way I try to stuff it inside her ass even farther.
The piquancy of her flesh goes without a rival,
covered with streaked blood, splattered feces, smeared ejaculate, everything picturesque of moralities deprival;
for such caprices are the only vices that can procure me pleasure
as these refined tastes are the true gifts to find within Nature’s treasure.
My rascality causes her to violently shed her fuck all over my wand.
She ascends to seventh heaven within the lubricious halls of Elysium,
and I have the honor of the duty of abetting her so with my fuck
In these crimes of passion, in these penchants of my perversions muck.
Once again my balls swell enormously with the Eucharist of Christ,
filling her bum with the holy sacrament ‘til it no longer would suffice.
She ecstatically fell quickly asleep, I swooned away to pleasures haze
all the pleasures be known to man fulfilled, his divine name eternally praised.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
I am powerless to there sway,
To stuff a cunt, asshole, or mouth In any way.
And behold how I am powerless;
That each cunt, asshole, and mouth glows with a halo; blessed!
I stuff cunts, assholes, and mouths Temple to give them pay,
No words can give flesh its proper say!
I crave them all the time, I do confess!
They are the driving force of life and nothing less.
‘Til the day I go to the grave,
Cunts, assholes, and mouths is all I crave!
Lo and behold, they are the corruption of me!
Though the perfect ones will tame my heart, They are all I see.
To all styles of corruption of those holes I will brave!
As to there usage of I am a scoundrelly knave!
With the proper use of the soul of convention Will be free ,
And for those who love there gifts will be As they are meant to be.
And until I find the perfect one
Who will bare the fruits of my daughters or sons,
My passions will not cease while she is fat with fruit.
Still into her caves of pleasure my fuck I will shoot.
Life is as good as death when cunts, assholes, and mouths Cannot be used in fun.
Their heat is a curative as one coming out of the Cold into a beautiful sun!
Only the one with refined passions such as a man As I will suit
And all the others who do not fit this bill once used Will get the boot!
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
If I was born so that every cunt & ass I see I am to pulverize,
caring not for the feelings that follow as does convention so entail;
into all the cunts & asses I cleave my fuck, to the very depths of those holes flies,
caring not for the spawns that spring from the pit of their entrails.
All the cunts I see are the target of my savage dart,
their asses as well are to be the victim of my brutal drive.
To the sentiments of love into their mouths I shoot my fart,
as those two parts above mentioned are only what I yearn to swive.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
The Bugger
All children who are in
my loving grasp
I fuck all cunts and
bugger every ass.
No gifts among us Libertines
are more highly prized.
All little girls depucelated,
all boys are sodomized.
When I penetrate those lips
bare of silken down
she's inducted into womanhood,
the pleasure sought is found.
As I stuff that little hole that
sits center of that cleft
my balls are thus drained
‘til nothing is left.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
When I run out of toilet paper.
I grab the bible next to the shitter.
Using its pages that are Divine,
to wipe clean my shitty behind.
Using those pages that are Holy.
To wipe my asshole clean real slowly.
Hopefully the letters on those pages bless.
Those pages feel like sandpaper I must confess.
With the letters of the King of Kings.
I wipe away what to my asshole clings.
Using the pages of God's own flesh,
to become clean again and most refreshed.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares
The Push!
If you really want to end your life,
slice deep vertically your veins with a knife.
Watch carefully as your blood gushingly drains,
and your eyes grow heavy, no more pain.
Stop all those cries you give for attention,
and do the act righteously in proper fashion.
By those who love you you will be missed,
and by the rest a sad life dismissed.
So go on and do it and stop the phony act,
for death would be better considering the fact.
So many have been put under your spell,
get it over with and do the same to hell.
Nothing more then a false plea for sympathy,
the masses are taking in, assuredly not me.
I feel one should be master over their destiny,
in life and death even ending it prematurely.
On the day you are going to do the deed,
slice deep vertically so properly, out! you bleed.
Don't worry what comes after, no need to cry,
and when darkness falls gracefully die.
What is the point in you going on?,
when you can end all your pain that is upon.
Your salvation lies within the knife,
now do it! and be gone. End your miserable life.
By: Phillip Anthony Nares