Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021
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Twisted
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Twisted sash of my red dress
Untwisted by your hands
Twisted knots in that blue tie of yours
Twisted bodies on a hotel balcony
Both of us yearning to break free
You whisper, “Right here, right now”
With your arms around me, I said, “How?
My dress is parted slightly, as your hand pressed between my legs
I felt a bit nervous that someone would look up and see us
Twisted desire took over me and I let you push my panties to one side
Right there and then on that 7th floor balcony, we had a hot ride
Sun was setting and the ocean air was crisp
This man with the smell of English Leather, I could not resist
Panties of lace pulled out of shape by your strong fingers,
Made my nude petal linger in hunger of his tempting lust
That tie of blue came from off his neck and suddenly I twisted around to kiss him
Red sash blown off balcony flew towards the sunset, as did that blue tie
“Oh, my, my, my”, I whispered as he motioned inside of me
Balcony on the 7th floor was the best place to be
Twisted, but not unusual for him and me
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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://tonywarderotica.com/a-h-scott-sunrise/