A.H. Scott: Ginger Wind

people grinding on the dance floor
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021. Selected from the Night Fever Portfolio.

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Ginger Wind


Ginger wind blew across Montego Bay

Rising from her bed that morning, the birds were chirping away

As she walks through town, her cheeks on both ends leave no one with a frown

Round and firm, her cheeks are desired by all

When the sun goes down, she always has a ball

Shaking her hips to the left and right

Men join in the sway and denim cloaked manhood takes flight

At a club on the edge of the town, the locals enjoyed getting down

Tight buns beneath neon yellow scarf, matched the bikini bottom underneath

Never naked in the public square, she went to the edge of exhibition

Dancehall queen was every man’s dream

She played that part so well

Grinding bodies on the dance floor

Sweat dripping and men stiffening

Damn, it was so raunchy and hot

Ecstasy came to all on that floor, as the lights went off and on

There were intersperses of five minutes in the dark

That’s when a beefy stud and Ginger filled their spark

Yellow bikini bottom pulled to one side

Sexy dancer to Ginger’s left started to slide

In and out the heat rose between them

As the beat of the music swirled around the floor

Warning bell and light of blue began to blink on and off

Women and their men were finishing each other off

About ten to twenty couples in positions varied as the rainbow

Bikini bottom placed back in position quickly, Ginger continued to dance

With lights completely back on again, all bodies were clothed

Aah, another night at the club was joyous for dancers with dirty thoughts

Three in the morning came, as did all who wanted to

She made her way home along, as other dancers did too

Ginger wound down in her bed all alone on the other side of town

Dirtiest dance is the best one of all… 


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 Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/heel/


A.H. Scott: Heel

Louboutin red heel and legs
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021




Heel of my Christian Louboutin firmly pressed into your ball sack 

I see in your eyes that euphoria of pressure, pleasure, and craved surprise


Auburn bush and mane of flame


Of course, you know my name

Samsara, like that mysterious essence

Banker, broker, varied victor of business

Pre-War apartment with ceilings so high


Only a man in true control can release the reins when he wants to


Purple leather corset and my Christians are the uniform of this mission


Stress of the day floats away with what you been wishin’


Dom you usually are, but you let this redhead play the top card

Sack’s gettin’ sore?

Yes, I know you want some more


Those hands of yours work up my calf to thigh

I ask you this, “Shall we go a little further with this raunchy ride?”

You reply, “Without hesitance”


I’ve got an added bonus behind my back

Studded collar of black with silver chain attached

You grin like a boy in his birthday


On his knees, big dog is that pliable puppy

High ceilings and ornate décor are a nice dichotomy for you to be walked


I sashay and lead the way, as you follow behind without a sound

Red hair of mine glides around my shoulders, as I look down at you


Your eyes affixed on my ass and my hips

My hand slowly grips the leash a bit closer 


Into your bedroom, I sit on the bed

Seeing you on your knees always gets me wet


You stop at my feet and I twist the leash once more

Saying that word you taught me is the one which we both adore, “Ferse!”


I keep the shoes on, cuz’ I know that turns you on

You can’t wait to attack that door in the back


Flaming red sole underneath 

Now, that’s the stealth seduction you seek


Soul to soul is ever so real

When you pull out all the stops, I can’t wait for you cork to pop


Tastin’ your champagne is all I wanna’ feel


With top as bottom & bottom as top 

Enhanced appeal is the coupling that never will stop



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 Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/lipstick_serenade/


A.H. Scott: What is it About A Man?

Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


What is it About A Man?


What is it about a man?
Could it be his gaze?
Or, maybe the way he can put a woman in a delectable haze?
It could be the inebriation of folly
Yet, he envelopes you with sobriety
Maturity hasn’t lessened his playful air
A man’s profile is cut like a diamond so far from the rough
He’s a gem and he knows it
A lucky woman is joyful when he shows it
But, damn, you don’t want a young stud, cuz’ a man of many a season can make you howl
Young gun may think he’s got it like Flint
But, it is a man whose eye has got that certain glint
And, yes, a man can make you moan
It’s that pleasurable pop of excitement that peppers your soul
What is about a man?
He’s fun in the sun
He’s a swoon by the moon
He’s a wave hello
He’s a caress so mellow
He lets you know what he wants from a wink
A man of substance can put you on the brink
Brink of desire
Brink of hellfire
And, if a woman is wise she’ll appreciate all of it
He needn’t place a finger upon your skin to bring about aspects of sin
But, when his hands touch you, you go wild without haste
He can say something that knocks you off your feet
Even if you haven’t known him for long, he makes you feel complete
He holds your hand with pride as you walk down a street
You feel like you walk on a cloud, when a man smiles at you
He doesn’t need the big come-on to make his point
He uses the soft-sell to make you melt
Then again, it’s how a woman takes what he’s got to dish out
Now, that’s another thing she’s talking about
Bumpin’ n’ grindin’ can scratch her itch
But, damn, if she’s too forward with him, he’ll think she’s a bitch
Rounding second base can be a modest pace
Yet, could that keep a satisfied grin on his face?
Maybe yes, maybe no
But, in the end, only that man and woman would know
Soft or hard stroke is decided on what could bring forth that flow
Hellcat or kitten?
Which would make a man roar?
Depends on what sets the moment off
What is about a man?
In the end, the answer is simple
HE just is.
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 Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/dont_stop_the_dance/

Anthony Colagreco: It Takes One to Know One

It Takes One to Know One. Poetry by Anthony Colagreco, Copyright 2021


Anthony Colagreco meeting with a fellow private investigator in Paris, summer of 2014. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021


About The Author: Anthony Colagreco is a master massage therapist and private investigator who enjoys writing poetry during his spare time. He also is an assistant and advisor to Tony Ward Studio. To access additional articles by Anthony Colagreco, click here:https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/poetry/


Anthony Colagreco: Of Things Lost From Pleasures Past

Poetry by Anthony Colagreco


Poetry by Anthony Colagreco, Copyright 2020


Portrait of Anthony Colagreco by Tony Ward, Copyright 2020


About The Author: Anthony Colagreco is a master massage therapist with over 40 years of servicing a variety of clients in Philadelphia and vicinity.  In recent years, Mr. Colagreco has focused his attention on private investigative work as an understudy to Kitty Hailey, a nationally renowned private investigator who is also headquartered in Philadelphia.