Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2018
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PERCOLATE
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Reclining there, she said, “I swear…he thinks we’re finished for tonight”
The one who stood replied, “For you, little stud….this night’s just begun”
We ladies have you as our toy and your obedience is our fun
Bitch in blue gave a smile, “I got dibs on his mouth”
Lady with those danglers upon her ears laughed, “Good choice…cuz’ I got dibs on his cock”
In her thigh highs, she snapped for their toy to kneel
On his knees, he was more than eager to please
Yet, pleasure wasn’t his for tonight
Twin bitches were about to set him just right
Pussy squished down on his chin and mouth again and again
Like a naughty girl riding a rocking horse, the motion was a hellish grind
Toy in the middle obeyed and towed the line
He had to hold his breath when inhaling her scent, as he wondered where the other one went
Sucking him off a bit, the other watched her sister in seduction riding his face
Tongue made a tawdry trail up from ball sack to shaft again and again
He squirmed and moaned
These ballsy bitches knew this toy would bring their pleasure home
Blue corseted lady was about to rock
Yanking it hard, so became his cock
His pole was ready for a pussy that didn’t pout
Hot as hell, she rode him and didn’t want him to pull out
In that boiler room, the heat of three sizzled
The fairer sex wasn’t going to fizzle
Ladies rode face and cock, as their tongues connected
He was being used in a way he hadn’t expected
Fairest sex was equality of eroticity
A hot fuck eroded simplicity
Bitches were top, while cock was bottom
This buckle boy in leather knew his place
For these ladies, thought of the fairer sex was easy to replace
Splatter of his cum in an upward shot came in a glistening, white trace
Few drops landed on carpet of red
“Lick it up”, Sexy face-sitter said
Stiletto bitches stood and waited for his mouth to do some work on that floor
Tongue did the lapping, as these impatient bitches’ toes did the tappin’
As he finished the cleanup, snap of command came
He sat back down on the bench, as the scratchin’ kittens decided to burn by their own flame
Watching he did, as the fairer sex took his breath with what they did to one another again and again and again
Steam heat!!
Stream heat!!
Smolder….
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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 A. H. Scott, go here: https://tonywarderotica.com/h-scott-grab-back/