Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021
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Limo
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Dark windows shield the actions we hide within
As the driver opened the door to let me in
I winked at him as I entered the back seat of your ride
Long limousines have the privacy we both need
You, for who you are a public face in the media’s molten eye,
And, me who is seemingly somewhat polite and shy
Oh, who are we kidding?
We enjoy the danger
Possibility of those windows cracking turns us on
Down the avenue of wealth and comfort
You unzip my violet dress, to reveal my black bra, panties and garter
I push you away slightly and purr
As I touch myself for a short bit and am moist for sure
Soft breasts of milky white with nipples alive
Not to mention my thighs and lips quivering beneath black
You are a man of industry, who has a life in high society
Me, as the woman who works in the small art gallery
A nice ride with you is always a pleasant affair
You dive into my folds moist and pink
I sigh with ecstasy, as your laser is targeted on my point
Some bumps along the road, make our bodies bounce about
And, that’s when the real fun starts
Tailored gray suit made of finest fabric is worn by you
Was I going to be nude in that limo alone?
Oh, of course not
I held your head in place for a few more seconds
And, then it would be your time of reckoning
Pulling myself upwards, I push you onto the backseat
You chuckled and nod in approval
Getting you out of your jacket, shirt, and pants
I become a tigress and pull you by the tie
Whispering in your ear, “Let’s do it so hard, that we both cry”
Those words were all you needed and lust’s taming was not heeded
You left on that tie and had me work on your asset
Then, I bent over that backseat and you took my buns to task
A smack here and a slippery slot invaded by you
All as the limo continued down the avenue
You in your white briefs with flesh sliding in and out was divine
In the back of my mind, as we continued to grind
Was the fact that your driver knew the activities going on in the back seat
“I’m glad you pay him quite well, my seducer” ,I licked my lips as you banged me harder
You laughed and pushed further and further, “I know that treating staff well is just a price of privacy”
As the car drove through the city, I gazed out that back window with your meat inside me
When you finished doing your thing, I could hear the church bells of the Cathedral ring
Seven bells and desire was completed for both of us
I was breathless, as I laid my head on your bare chest
Hearing your heart beating so fast against my ear
I actually started to tear
You sighed and said, “So, now am I to cry, too?”
I rubbed the tear rolling down my cheek and said to you,
“Never shall I wish to weaken you, my man of mystery”
Limo rolled in front of a chosen location and we both were clothed again
As we kissed each other farewell for the night
The driver exited the car and walked to the passenger door
It was a ride I’ll never forget, just like the ones we’ve done before
Door opened and driver held my hand for departure
I craned my head downward and looked back at you
And, you gave me that wink of lust
Until we ride again………
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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/what-is-it-about-a-man/