She walks with fire in every step,
A smoldering ember you can’t forget.
A cascade of hair, dark as night,
Tangled in shadows, chasing light.
Her latex clings like a lover’s touch,
Gleaming curves that promise much.
The shine, the sleek, the way it grips,
Hints of danger on her lips.
The room becomes her, a stage, a game—
She moves like smoke, untamed, unclaimed.
A whisper of power, a hint of tease,
She commands the space, brings you to your knees.
Her beauty, wild, it isn’t soft,
Her presence commands, held aloft.
Eyes like fire, deep, untamed,
In her gaze, you’ll be unnamed.
Her laughter—low, a wicked thrill,
Echoes in the air, bending will.
With each step, with each glance,
You’ll feel the pull, a wicked dance.
You wonder if she sees through you,
Knows the beast she can undo.
A primal call beneath the skin,
She stirs the fire, invites you in.
In latex tight and shadows deep,
She stirs the beast you cannot keep.
The hunger grows, it claws, it rages,
As she steps through, a queen of cages.
But know this truth, you are not free—
For you’ve unleashed the beast in me.
Mikala Mikrut. The Vixens Series. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2023.
Poetry by Mikala Mikrut, Copyright 2023
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A Girl
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In the depths of my longing, I dared to believe in my worth, Foolishly hoping for reciprocated affection, For if I could embrace myself, perhaps someone else could too.
Then reality crashed upon me, relentless and harsh, Unveiling my lack of desirability, Unmasking the futility of my hopes.
Why did I delude myself into thinking anything had shifted?
What delusion fed my fleeting confidence, rupturing my pragmatic vision?
When did I start weaving webs of “hope” and “possibility”?
As a girl, taught to tread cautiously, such sentiments should have been alien.
Yet, there I stood, lost in fantasies of a future meant for another girl.
A girl who is beautiful.
A girl who is smart, caring and interesting.
A girl that is healed enough to refer to herself as a woman.
None of what we long for comes out of the air so thin
Casting a spell
You know me so well
I move through the night ever so sprite
Now, here I am with you
Something it was, something it is
Back when our eyes met for the first time, there was a delicious reason and parallel rhyme
Yeah, it’s the way she moves
Slick glide of mercury across the floor she is
Knock at her pad came after dark
Under his arm was a white box with a bow
Oh, I’m a curious woman who wants to know
What could it be that he brought for me?
A few suppers here and there is beyond a simple blind date that is ever so rare
Getting to know one another has amplified my horizons in such varied ways
Oh, a tender gentleman puts me in a haze
But, I’m not silly to think that it’s only my visual that puts a guy like him on the brink
I’ve got that magic inside of me that illuminates in special ways
Soft melody plays
Not a cover-up is this gift, as my body slowly shifts within it
Delicate lace bow I release in a sensual tease with thumb and index finger is a breeze
His hands cradle gossamer the color of night upon my flesh, as I offer a humble sigh
My bedroom is my sanctuary and we are here together
Fragrant aroma of cherry blossom fills the air
As you hold me in those strong arms that are so dear, I nibble and whisper gently in your ear
You know me
Yes, I know her
She is tranquility that I never thought I would find
I am the man who she treats ever so kind
Tender words from those lips and actions that are mutual fascination is the magic we share
Gossamer vanishes to the floor
I want her more and more
Hardening as I do, it is when I’m with her that there is that lustful follow through
Soft hands of mine touch along his expanded crotch
Oh God, I want him inside of me so much
I guess I am a woman of a blissful spell, cuz’ I can get such a sexy man to swell
Not tooting my own horn, but there’s going to be more than one grind between us from after midnight to the coming dawn
Hands make their moves with rapid speed
This night is going well, indeed
Blush upon my lips is like a siren song
I picked up on her signs, as on the bed we climbed
She below me and my flesh entering slowly at first
Deeper and deeper we are making our connection with such untamed thirst
Sensuality’s spring is about to burst
Back and forth, I take that ride upon him
Feelin’ good, feelin’ groovy
Damn, this man is really knowin’ me now
Her body flourishes with every point of contact we make, as I am about to make a fast break
We hold onto each other, as what comes about comes
Both of us are heady in our passion as the room seems to spin around our bodies in a mystical way
As if we are imbued with the essence of falling leaves, we listlessly lay upon the bed
Strands of my raven hair are slightly entangled through my fingers as I touch his chest and rest my head against it
I hear his heart beating like a snare drum
Wow, what a torrid duo we’ve become
Silently I wonder if he thinks I was just a bit too wild
Midnight holds magic in ways neither needed to voice
Being with her was a delightfully humbling choice
I lifted my head from off his chest, kissed him and was lost in a sweet caress
As I look at your softness, your feathers are invisible to most who gaze at the woman before my eyes
Yet, I see them as I look at you….
She tenderly smiles, “I know this is true”
He whispered, “Night, angel….”
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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. For additional articles by A.H. Scott, click here:https://tonywarderotica.com/a-h-scott-wavelength/
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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Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2022
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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/
Dress jacket of black, white shirt and jeans give you a look of casual coolness
You stand up and greet me with a peck on the cheek
After a lovely meal and red wine, we take the dance floor
Your spontaneous heart is what I adore
Slow dancing in each other’s arms, as you dip me with such flair
We make it back to your place for a nightcap of sweet delights
Dipping a strawberry into chocolate is a nice start
Dip that juicy fruit into my mouth and watch me melt
Red dress I take off in a way of burlesque
Sash of my dress had made its’ way into your jeans’ pocket
Never a tacky teaser is the way I am
My body may be nothing dazzling to brag about
Yet, I’m being bold enough to do a little bump n’ grind to grab your attention
So, here I am in red satin bra and panty to match
Hips caressed by those hands of yours from behind
I sigh at the words you say so clear and strong
“You are really turning me on”, whispered from you
“I’m glad I can”, I place my hands atop yours
Our bodies move in syncopation as I can feel your burgeoning salute
I step away from your grasp and turn around to face you
My playful side comes out when I’m with you, as my polished fingernails touch lightly below your waist
Without missing a beat, you calmly speak, “I’m going to make to you without haste”
That naughty look in your eyes let me know I was in for a surprise
Red sash taken out of the back of your jeans’ pocket made its’ debut for decadence
I was up for the games we play and turned around in a snap
Sash converted into blindfold was placed onto me by you
You kissed me on the left cheek and I couldn’t resist a reply, “My senses are ready for the ride”.
Taking me by the hand, you lead me upstairs
My mind’s racing about the possibilities that you’ve got planned for me
You lead me to your bedroom and take off my intimates
In your bed, I’m naked without vision but acclimated of seductions sight
Those kisses of yours upon my lips are driving me wild
And, those hands of yours know how to move like mercury
Suddenly, no longer am I touched, as that sound of a jeans’ zipper fills the air
My senses are rising, as you climb atop of me on that bed
I want to take off the blindfold and look into those blazing eyes of yours when you are inside of me
Damn, slowly and deep you are pressing, as I breathe deeply
Yes…yes…like heaven in your arms
Always so nice to cuddle in the afterglow when we are through
Italian…..strawberry….chocolate…YOU
Nightcap satisfied
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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-wavelength/
