Posted on February 18, 2012 by A.H. Scott
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……….An invitation of intimacy doesn’t need to be a crass come on from a cheetah in heat. It can be as soft as a feather teasing an awaiting lover’s spine.
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HAVE ME
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Have my lips
I wait to be kissed by you
Have my eyes
I gaze with adoration for you
Have my nose
I smell your sweat and scent around me
Have my ears
I hunger for your whispers only to me
Have my breasts
I can feel your hands upon them
Have my nipples
I tremble with the thought of your teeth encasing them
Have my moldable middle
I pant with every kiss upon my soft stomach
Have my hip to the left
I feel your hands run slowly on my thigh
Have my hip to the right
I crave the exploration of your fingers on me
Have the silken web of mystery
I part my golden thatch for your eyes only
Have me the way you want me
I know that you do
From the moment we were introduced
Have me in the dusk of desire
Or, have me in midnight’s rising fire
Have me wholly
I lie listlessly waiting for you
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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.











