A.H. Scott: A Second Look

A pinhole

A peephole

A spyglass fantasy unfolds

Vision widens as does the focus

Is it her fantasy of being kept and adored?

Is it his fantasy of being a source of security?

Bounds of trust

Trust of bounds

Am I being taken?

Am I being taught?

Am I the subject being sought?

Confiding in my captivation from the moment she and I first met

In her I see possibility

In her I see memory

Mutual trust is combined with lust

No one will know about what we explore

Well, maybe it might be one could be peeking through the peephole in that locked door

Caught in the moment

Upswept in the rush

Of this, that, and such

Consumed by enraptured titillation of unspoken thoughts

Self reflection is silence’s mistress, as I have learned in being with him

Relinquishing the reins of my own self control

He knows me now as my trepidation has vanished

She has graduated from cords of silk upon those wrists, to something more of my liking

Her skin so soft, I kiss her cheek ever so gently

Oh, his lips are like reassurance in wayward storm

Never would I have thought of this hideaway of hedonism would be located inside my dorm

Skin like white lily

Coolness of brass grommets from this leather chair are teasing my calves as I am situated here

All I am thinking about is what awaits me

Precision is that which I have come to know

Sandalwood scent fills the air

Cord of caution was snipped the moment this seductive suggestion passed his lips

I didn’t even think a wise man of letters would notice me

But, he did and our experiences together has been splendid

Blushing and bound

Here I am, found

Not like the original editions bound by leather on your shelf

I’m glad I have your attention only for myself

Whenever you call my name with that casual ease

I really perk up and want to please

Summer breeze replaced by autumn chill is nothing compared to my vulnerability’s thrill

Pleasing is pleasure

Pleasure is pleasing

I slip off the cord from around her wrists

She is eager to continue our tryst

Tape is slowly removed from those silent lips

Her smile exchanges the view from that dull grey with a pleasurable reddened hue

This swirl we share is beyond my desire’s hopes

Windmill of wonder is what I’ve been exposed to in learning the ropes

By the way, we can see you watching through that peephole

Was it good for you?

Because, it’s always good for us

Keep watching…..from afar

This is one door that is never left ajar

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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and senior contributor to Tony Ward’s blog. To access additional articles by Ms. Scott, click here: https://tonywarderotica.com/a-h-scott-nightcap/