Posted on January 29, 2012 by A.H. Scott
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Tickle my fancy with your words
Run your pen against my mind
My eyes expand with heavy breath as I read across the page
Every word you’ve written me has taken me to an aroused stage
Tickle me soft, as the feathers of your quill make me laugh
Tickle me harder, as a golden pen scratches my surface
Bathed in words placed from your mind to mine
I’m enraptured by your pen always when I read your words
And, oooh, here comes another swirl against my brain again
My pupils dilate in a dance of desire for these letters
Lips purr with every pronoun dribbled onto each page
Fingertips roll lightly down my thighs, as each paragraph and sentence rise
Mmm, I love to be tickled in so many ways
Now, you know my secret
Your words just have me in this way…..
About The Author: Draped in freedom’s spirit, A.H. Scott is a sizzling scribe of unveiling sensuality. Residing in New York City, this writer is armed with pouting pen of passion and pulsating digits pounding against keyboard. Between this lady’s manicured fingers, a snaggy stylus lacerates parchment and masticates digits against a misting keyboard towards a just climax literary longing. She’s a new voice and vision of fiction. who has been writing short stories and poetry ever since childhood.
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