A.H. Scott: Strip Poker in Vegas

A blond woman butt naked on a sofa with just white pumps In Vegas hotel room
Strip Poker in Vegas. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Strip Poker in Vegas


Pink satin sheets were my costume of a burlesque strip for him

Laying there with ample assets cradled beneath that light linen

You smiled as you walked in

I licked my lips and hoped you appreciated this little surprise I had planned for tonight

So casual you are with a chuckle and shrug of your shoulders to me

I pulled myself upward against the headboard

Outline of the form of not a sexy dancer was seen

I guess you could say I’m a bit fluffier type of seductive queen

But, then again, beauty is in the eye of those who wish to explore the unseen

I could have waited for you with nothing on but a smile

But, then I began to think that a little something more would be a more effective style

Eyelashes of gold give you a warm wink

As you nodded with happiness, I know exactly what you are beginning to think

Velocity isn’t the quality you seek

If it were, then this lady could have never gotten your eyes to peek

Man of a discerning agenda knows exactly what drives his engine to its’ point of fulfillment

Woman of distinction never needs to be the speedy Bugatti Veyron

Casino is open

Roulette wheel is spinning

Stripping fabric from flesh can be simple if it’s done for pleasure

Complexity comes when unveiling a more hidden treasure

My strip for you has been not one of frivolity and a carnal grin

I’ve always considered myself an earnest gem

Not the sparkling diamond I know I am not

But, I have been appreciative that my warm words have an ability to touch you in so many diverse spots

To capture your imagination is such a delicious delight

Our mambo of interaction has truly taken flight

Unveiling myself to you has placed my precious chips on the scales of arousal’s score

Sometimes in interactions, we all want more

Aces are high as I toss the sheet onto the floor

Pink cloud floats against hardwood floor

I sit here with legs folded atop each other and place my soft hands at a curly place

You gingerly climbed onto the edge of the bed

Now, I knew you’d be on a lusty roll

Because, you are always my ace in the hole


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://tonywarderotica.com/a-h-scott-hymn-of-the-hummingbird/


A.H. Scott’s book: A Missed Flight is available on Amazon!


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