Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021
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Ginger Wind
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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…
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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/
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A.H. Scott’s book: The Lost Winter of Lyla Strauss is available on Amazon!