A.H. Scott: Wavelength

photo of sexy young black woman wearing bikini in a suburban back yard
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2022

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022




Blue sky above, wicker basket, plastic cooler, boom-box, and a breeze ever so light
Nice day for a backyard picnic as this day winds down to night
Tablecloth of checkered green and white with napkins of the same design laid out on the grass by the patio deck
I grab the sunscreen and toss it over to you, “Will you do me, babe?”
Without missing my vibe, you flipped the top and squirted that sunscreen on your hands and then all over me
I took the sunscreen from your hands and did you the same
First, some nibbling on lobster rolls and fresh fruit to keep up our energy in this heat
Inside that filled ice cooler on a resin table on the deck are a few bottles of water, beer and a can of soda or two
Fanta was mine, as Corona was yours
We relaxed on the grass for a brief spell of time, just taking in the rays
I finished my soda and kissed you on the cheek, then I reached into the basket and took out a Luigi cherry ice
”Reminds me of old times, seeing you with that cherry ice”, you smiled
Small wooden spoon scooped out a tiny portion and I placed it in my mouth, “Sweet as ever is what I’m talking about”.
As soon as it hit my tongue, I swallowed and our eyes met
Cherry ice was finished by us both
Surface of present had been breached
You stood up and I followed your lead, as neither of us said a peep
Your lips against mine and mine against yours
Tasting that cherry flavor that lingers on our tongues
Kisses along your neck
Those hands of yours taking that journey over inches of my body
Oh, so this is how it’s gonna’ be
Oh yeah, honey, you know just how to get to me
Squeeze of breasts beneath blue fabric held by each of your palms
So damn hot this summer is turning out to be
I run the tip of my tongue slowly across your left nipple and my fingernails down your chest
You respond with a quick pat on my ass and I know I’m in for a blast
Deck partially shaded by an apple tree
Our picnic is really heating up
Butterflies flittering above our heads
We laugh and kiss once more
We both are excited for that first impression of intimacy
Not just of you partaking of my flesh
Not just of me making you rise
My core of desire combined with yours to boot
Your words never shallow
The sound of your voice like a soothing balm
I’m so excited to be with you, but I better keep calm
Absorbing one another
With you, emancipated from coy restraint is effortless
I gently bite my bottom lip and sigh, “Baby, don’t stop”.
Baby blue string bikini on bottom and top
Your right pinky finger at my hip makes it depart
Hooked fabric around that digit motions like a downward sail onto that patio deck
I kick off my sandals and they slide towards the porch swing
You take me by the hand and we embrace
Single ice cube taken from that cooler into your right hand
I sit down onto the swing and bless the heavens that you are my man
Cube drifts downward slowly between my thighs and I open them wider to get that most delicious surprise
Diamond of mine greets that melting ice, as I exhale with wanted relief
You lick your lips and watch with delight
I laughed, “Your idea for this picnic was right on target”.
Slyly replying, “Yeah, sweet lady, it definitely hit the spot”.
I sigh as cube goes bye-bye
Wet, I am and not just because of that ice
You always know how to go deep and make me feel so nice
That place you touch so deep inside of me without insistence
You know how to get to me with affection’s persistence
Copasetic is how we roll
It’s that depth of connection which tantalizes our core
Signals are never mixed when we know what we want
Mutual pleasure is that ultimate treasure
You are a man of distinction and matured might
Darling man, you have more than enough steam pumping from your engine
All pistons firing, as our muscles entangle in this sultry sunset
Droplets of sweat
Baby, how good could it get?
Better by the moments we share
Those hands of yours on my torso, as my fingers tap along your strong shoulders
You released my torso and stretched your fingers over to the boom-box and pressed play
As those sprockets began to revolve, I slowly undulated on top of you
You always know how to thrill me and could tell what I was in the mood for
Wise man you are
The way that you stare makes it oh so clear
Dark brown curls fan out around my shoulders as I kiss you once, twice, thrice and more
You are a man that I love to explore
Neo-soul’s left me cold
I’m thinking something to take a deeper toll
I can see that you’re cravin’ it, too
Yet, what I need right now is that full bodied musical brew
Al Green’s dulcet hum or strain of guitar string is what I’m talking about
Speaking of strings, come on baby unknot the one on my baby blue bikini top
I’m going back into that groove of when music was music
Let’s play, let’s stay, let’s make this fervency of fascination never drift away
Masterpiece is what I seek
And, here we are on the same wavelength of wonder
Not distilled in a book of distant thoughts of days gone by
Yet, a reemerged ecstasy of maturity that could make some whippersnapper’s cry
There is this thing, between you and me, honey
It is that thing which no one else can see
A sound? A scent? A flavor of yesteryear? Something we both reap?
Maybe even silly jokes we keep
Yes, that is the thing which is ever so deep
Smokin’ brass intro of Green’s riff on the Tempting Temps brings me to a heightened state
We both remember where we were the first time we heard it and both start to contemplate
Was it that night in Frisco?
Or, at that Miami disco?
Really doesn’t matter, as we are together right now
I start to muss up your slicked back hair
You start to brush those skillful hands against my hips
My hands pull your shorts off and reveal your excitement
Your pride feels nice to the touch, as I want you inside of me oh so much
Without haste, you oblige my request, as we enjoy the splendor of one another on that oversized porch swing
Slowly it moved back and forth, as our bodies made contact again and again
Sun’s going down and I want to do the same to you
I moved from beneath you and took your note in right hand, as my lips met the moment that was ever so grand
You are the gent with such charm, as your note was rising, you decided to play my chord a bit
I sat onto that swing and just rocked to the rhythm of your mouth taking that journey of pleasure below
Oh, I hit a few high notes of my own, as our quest for satisfaction was like a rocket blasting off
We changed places and I was on top, as your sturdy frame kept that swing on a riveting pace
As I glided with your body, I was enraptured in a daydream
Sounds of birds returning to their nests for an evening’s rest were heard as I gazed downward into your eyes
Then nature took its’ course and I motioned in a heavenly crumple alongside you onto that swing without remorse
I don’t know what came over me, but thank God you just did
Silky and slick, you are my bold volcano that always outdoes yourself
The words you whisper as I rest head upon your chest, “Nice to know that we are always on the same wavelength”
I take a quick breath and reply, “Our melody of joy is consistently set”
About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and senior contributor to Tony Ward’s blog. 

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