Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2019
Tatiana knew there was something interesting about Stu.
She was amazed how his horn always blew.
At Club Caliente, she sat in the first row.
Stu played sax nice and slow.
After his midnight set. Tatiana was feeling oh so mellow.
Burgundy halter dress and red hair like a wild mane down her back, Tatiana waited for Stu in his dressing room.
When Stu walked in, an intimate improvisation would begin.
Sitting in the edge of the mirrored vanity Tatiana smiled, “You sure know how to hit the right notes, Stu”.
“Using a trusty instrument it’s true”, Stu winked back and placed sax on its’ stand.
Tatiana folded legs, as burgundy dress revealed a slit that left skin on display.
“I’ll take you for a late-night bite as soon as I get my things together, Tatiana”, His response was quickened by the lovely lady in his midst, as he started changing from stage clothes to street threads.
Stu unbuttoned his white silk shirt.
Tatiana didn’t want food, but decided to flirt.
“Maybe a burgers, fries and shake aren’t on the menu tonight”, Sliding off that vanity, she wrapped arms around his neck.
“Oh, heck”, Stu replied with a kiss to her lips.
His hands in her hips moved with such ease.
Both of them were eager to please.
Tatiana’s burgundy dress was released with a few flips of his fingers and fell to the floor.
Stu held her with right arm, as his left hand made sure of the closure of that dressing room door, “No interruptions will make this oh so nice”.
“Nice and slow, just like your horn right now I’m gonna’ blow”, Tatiana stood braless and only in a lime green thong, slowly bent down to get closer to his instrument inside of black pants.
Unzipping his pants and releasing his flesh from within, Stu began to grin.
She gave him something good to start off their symphony of lust, as he knew to meet her moist meadow was a must.
Each of them had the taste of the other upon their lips. Stu inserted himself inside of Tatiana atop the vanity’s edge, exchanging whispers and kisses in a melodic pledge.
Motion of bodies made the mirror begin to shudder.
Tatiana breathlessly uttered, This is so divine”.
He gave her several kisses and concurred, “Baby, you are so right”.
Tatiana’s theme was one of being a tempting orchestrator for an adlibbed anthem of arousal.
Notes of flourish filled that dressing room, as an entanglement of ecstasy drifted in the air around them.
Pressed against one another, they lingered a little longer.
Strands of Tatiana’s red hair made contact with his chest like a few strokes into canvas.
As for Stu, his hands softly patted her bare ass and exhaled, “You are my most tempting tune”.
Tatiana laughed, “And, you know how to play me, Stu”.
Dressed and ready to leave Club Caliente in under fifteen minutes, Stu took Tatiana by the hand and spoke to the club manager who was over by the bandstand.
His name was Jerry and he had a chuckle in his voice, “Stu, it is always nice to hear you blow. It really classes up the joint, my man”.
Stu shook his hand, “Thanks , Jerry. I’m glad I can count you as a fan”.
Both men ribbed each other as friends for over many a year, as each laughed so hard they almost came to tears.
Tatiana smiled, as she watched Stu and Jerry joke.
She was still tingling all over from this musician’s pleasurable poke.
Diner down the avenue was about to close in under thirty minutes.
Jerry said his farewells, as Stu and Tatiana waved to him goodnight.
Making their way to a diner nearby to get a hearty bite, the crescent moon and a few visible stars seemed to be winking down at them in delight.
Beautiful duet of desire was shared by Stu and Tatiana on that memorable night.
About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: http://tonyward.com/a-h-scott-unraveled-we-fall/