Mikala Mikrut: A Girl

Portrait of Tony Ward Studio writer and model Mikala Mikrut for The Vixens Series
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.

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About The Author: Mikala Mikrut is a regular contributor to Tony Ward’s blog. To access additional poetry by Mikala Mikrut, click here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/bob-shell-my-continuing-publishing-saga/

A.H. Scott: Night, Angel

Portrait of young woman with black long hair wearing sheer nightgown
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2022

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022

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Night, Angel

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Call me Serenity

With charm to disarm, here I am for you

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/

A.H. Scott: A Second Look

white woman bound at the hands nude
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2022

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022

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A Second Look

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A pinhole
A peephole
A spyglass fantasy unfolds
Vision widens as does the focus
Is it her fantasy of being kept and adored?
Is it his fantasy of being a source of security?
Bounds of trust
Trust of bounds
Am I being taken?
Am I being taught?
Am I the subject being sought?
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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white woman having her mouth taped shut nude and bound
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/

A.H. Scott: Nightcap

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  Photo: Alice. Paris. Tony Ward, Copyright 2022

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022

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Nightcap

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Italian has always been my favorite
And, you are the man who knows my appetite
Red dress, red lipstick and red shoes
Sexy redhead that never has the blues
Smile for you as I walk into the restaurant
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/

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

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Wavelength

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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
Deep
Your lips against mine and mine against yours
Deep
Tasting that cherry flavor that lingers on our tongues
Deep  
Kisses along your neck
Deep
Those hands of yours taking that journey over inches of my body
Deep
Oh, so this is how it’s gonna’ be
Deep
Oh yeah, honey, you know just how to get to me
Deep
Squeeze of breasts beneath blue fabric held by each of your palms
Deep
So damn hot this summer is turning out to be
Deep
I run the tip of my tongue slowly across your left nipple and my fingernails down your chest
Deep
You respond with a quick pat on my ass and I know I’m in for a blast
Deep
Deck partially shaded by an apple tree
Deep
Our picnic is really heating up
Deep
Butterflies flittering above our heads
Deep
We laugh and kiss once more
Deep
We both are excited for that first impression of intimacy
Deep
Not just of you partaking of my flesh
Deep
Not just of me making you rise
Deep
My core of desire combined with yours to boot
Deep
Your words never shallow
Deep
The sound of your voice like a soothing balm
Deep
I’m so excited to be with you, but I better keep calm
Deep
Absorbing one another
With you, emancipated from coy restraint is effortless
Deep
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”
Wavelength
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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.