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Posted on February 1, 2012 – Copyright 2012
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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Copyright 2012
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Posted on January 28, 2012 by A.H. Scott
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She had long legs
He was built like a tree
She wrapped those long legs around his back
Relishing this aspect of human nature, she waited to extract his sap
Against the window sill, they rocked back and forth
Strands of raindrops outside fell
Furling white curtain slightly blown by a breeze through the window
Her ass so tan and beautiful
Long black hair down her back was brushed aside by his roving hands
Down and up against the black metal sill they exhaled and inhaled each other
His crew-cut gave him a bit of fuzz on top
Her wine colored fingernails were like a roll on the top of his head
Pumping and humping on a rainy night
Intermingling on a window sill with no care or fright
A couple walking on the street below saw a curtain of white wave in the night air
Flag of fantasy’s surrender was what they saw
As the couple grinding gave into completion’s courtyard
Couple on the street tittered and stood watching
Lady with long legs and her man kept on bopping
Realizing that the curtain was no longer their mask of privacy
She laughed and he asked with a shrug, “Stop?”
Whisper came from the lips of wine, “Never”
Rain kept rolling
Body flow of desire kept growing
Couple on the street heard that moment, gazed at one another
A simple howl from the parted window sill occurred
Couple below didn’t need to say a word, as they kissed in the rain
Long legged lovely and crew-cut lumberjack of love held onto one another tightly
Couple above and couple below both found the rain to be quite magical on that breezy night
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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Copyright 2012
Artwork by LouPop: With permission of the estate of Anthony Colagreco. Copyright 2012
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