#PicturePromptChallenge by Magenta Nero


the moon

the veil is raised
a window in time
for you to slip through
there is no return
you have chosen this
darkness sublime
cast shadows
change form and meaning
losing sight of the path
until emerging
a distant light beckons
disguised as the moon
it will deceive
it will illuminate
as you wander this realm
all things reflecting
a subtle glow
the stage is set
for you to dance.


© Magenta Nero (2015)


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Erotic Advent by Magenta Nero

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 Erotic Advent

On the first day of Xmas

my true love summoned me

a message from a white dove

On the second day of Xmas

My true love prepared for me

a plush bed of pillows

and a bowl of fresh creamy milk

On the third day of Xmas

my true love said to me

I shall expect you in the dungeon

on the strike of midnight

not a minute before

On the fourth day of Xmas

my true love presented me

with a black lace corset

fine hose stocking

silver handcuffs

and a thick leather studded collar

On the fifth day of Xmas

my true love gave to me




hands cuffed and tied

to a high beam

legs spread apart

toes barely touching the ground

On the sixth day of Xmas

my true love abandoned me

suspended from the ceiling




muscles stretched and stinging

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Meet Magenta Nero…. One of the crew from Pen of the Damned, she is an exceptionally talented lady and fellow Aussie! ~ Debs xox

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Who’s next on the chopping block? Ahhh… here we have a fine little lady currently living in Australia. Don’t let her classic profile or the term ‘lady’ fool you! Ms. Nero can get as smoky as any erotic writer I know. I’ve followed her blog since shortly after she began posting on it, and if you’d like to dip your toes into something a bit steamier, be sure to stop by. Magenta is strutting her way over to the darker, seedier side of the alley and sipping the bitter nectar we call horror.

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MagentaNeroThe first time I was captivated by horror was when I read The Book of Revelation in the New Testament as a child. The apocalyptic visions of St. John were terrifying but also seductive and romantic. It was a graphic introduction to the idea that the universe is a tension between…

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