A.H. Scott: Don’t Stop The Dance

Photo: Tony Ward. From the Night Fever Series. Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Don’t Stop The Dance


Linda had a lovely smile
Whenever Jack came into the diner she worked at, he enjoyed talking to her for a while
She’d pour him his usual and he’d sip that java ever so slow
Leaving a tip of a five spot, Jack asked her out on a date
Sounds and sights of the other couples on the dance floor, was a whirlwind for Linda to adore
Jack’s hands were all over her and she felt a bit bashful on their first date
To hesitate would be her fate
She knew guys like Jack are always eager and never want to wait
First date ended without those fireworks and Linda figured Jack would never again be in her sight
Fate gave a second chance, as Jack came into the diner that next week and asked Linda out again for a dance
On that dance floor for the second time, Linda felt a sense of ease in not being obligated to please
Jack could tell she wasn’t an average tease
“Don’t worry”, Jack said, “We’ll play it by ear”.
Walking her home, they chatted about the way life can bring unexpected events into your life
Linda didn’t say it out loud to Jack, but he was the man she wanted to explore
Night had possibility, but she gathered up some courage to show him that within her there was something more
Linda wasn’t too sure, as the key slipped into the door
But, Jack was for their first night together
His hands caressed blue silk around her hips
A sigh came from Linda’s lips
She extended left hand against his chest and took a few steps away from him
He chuckled and asked, “Is everything alright?”
Linda winked at him, “I was thinking about what you said the other night”.
No time to waiting any longer, she thought the man and the moment were just right
She walked over to the radio and turned it on
His smile almost matched hers, as a tune filled the apartment, as that blue silk floated to the floor
“You said the other night that life’s a dance”, Linda stood in bra and panty alone
Jack held his hand out to her and she firmly took it
Powder pink vanished from this lady’s lovely form, as did his clothing in a pile next to hers on the living room floor
Linda delivered kisses to his lips and down along his chest, as Jack’s aroused passion didn’t want this adventure to rest
She was hands on his tool of temptation, as her mouth glided downward with anticipation
He was hung and his bell she rung
Radio was like a sensuous soundtrack as a chanteuse sung
To be with a man had been almost something forgotten
But, a woman never forgets that special touch a man brings to her body and soul
Jack penetrated Linda in depths she hadn’t known for a long while
Exploring her lips with actions and whispers, from those silken ones located between her thighs
Not to mention as his target of elevation motioning upward at belly button and onward to parting of bosom
Linda’s fingers ran through his hair with light refrain
Jack was picking up on her vibe
Linda’s feet made a few steps backward, as the purple velvet sofa gave a nice platform for their performance of treasure
Jack’s hands cupped her ass and those legs of hers wrapped around his back
Intimacy was theirs, as was that locomotion of reception and culmination came about
Jack and Linda were breathless, as these moments were inescapable and unforgettable
Sounds of soft melodies continued to roll, as both were now contented souls
Linda’s arms relaxed around his neck and shoulders, as she whispered, “Don’t stop the dance…”
Their beat went on…as did a future of pleasure
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/freefall/

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.

Julian Gabriel Ward: The Hero In Me

Julian Ward: Indoor Champion, Marion Anderson Center, Philadelphia.

Poetry by Julian Gabriel Ward, Copyright 2019




You pushed me hard

You lift me up

I smile today because of your love


You’re stuck in your head

Replaying the tape

Negative thoughts

That can’t be erased


The heart is broke

Cracked in half

Selfish and fearful

How long will it last


One day the hero inside of me

Will get me back

Where I need to be


No fear, no anger, no pity in me

Let go and let God know

I need him back

The hero that felt pain

Who fought his way back


About The Author: Julian Gabriel Ward is a professional soccer trainer and coach based in Philadelphia.

A.H. Scott: Tatiana’s Theme

Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2019

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2019


Tatiana’s Theme


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/