A.H. Scott: Hymn of the Hummingbird

Woman in Las Vegas hotel room in bondage sex scene
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Hymn of the Hummingbird


Hummingbird flitters in gold cage nearby
Sounds of whispers and laughter swirl about
I don’t know whether I should cry out
You peaked my interest and I volunteered
Now, a glint of yellow up my spine has appeared
Once you asked me if I was prepared
I was vanilla with skin to match
You are a man of unbound experience whose eyes I was able to catch
My first time will be a true test
Test not of fear
Test of trust
I trust you now, as we’ve built this bond
I give myself to you to take my senses beyond
Eyes began closing and hand placed into yours
Last thing I saw was the closing of those silk screen doors
Jade kimono unwrapped this golden rose
Chosen by you, this location was one of ancient grace
My heartbeat began to heighten its’ pace
Hummingbird’s song began to fill the air
Am I even sure I should be here?
My true feelings I must confess
I unfurl my flag of independence without strings
Leap of faith taken into ecstasy’s ocean
My liberation came as I fell
Descending and suddenly stopping
In mid-air I am free
Red rope controls my arms
White rope controls my torso
Blue rope controls my legs
Your whispers guide me with a calming wave
My ears are open for whatever you have in store
As is my mind for you to devour whole
Suspended on display by eyes of varied gazes
Maintaining silence in their presence, I went inside myself
No longer was I a bird in a gilded cage on a shelf
Ropes knotted around my flesh
Ropes exposed my inner happiness
Serenity I felt, as harmony with that hummingbird came about
You whispered a few lines of a poem by Byron
“She Walks In Beauty” rolled from your lips like a siren
As you met me in aspect and I opened my eyes
Gazing down at me, your smile was quite a surprise
It was one that was approving and free
Until this moment, I hadn’t a true awareness in how capable I could be
Free of doubt of what kind of woman I am
My timidity was no longer near
Cord cleaves curled pubic hair, leaving me exposed to all who were there
Surrender of white, as my pearl shimmered in the light
Your hands glided upon bare back, as I swayed slightly
Breasts held firm with red rope from ceiling downward
Nipples teased and smacked lightly by your open hands
I inhaled heavily and let my own desires take a stand
Led by you, I knew the journey was only beginning
Lead me on
Blue rope held my legs upward and open
Hands tied with red rope left me bound for brilliance
A human swing I became in this tea house of temptation
Upside down, my mouth played your cock like a flute
Body parts contacted again and again, as I began to tingle
Your hands held onto strands of blue, as this human swing opened only for you
Back and forth with rising tension
Others watched us, as you made your sparrow flourish
My hunger for exploration was being nourished
Pulling out, you came so hard
Essence streamed onto those colored cords
I never knew it was my sexuality I would own
Yet, now I do because of you
Hummingbird has flown
Tiny key unlocked the cage
Always held inside of me, I now turn a page
My wings have indentations of rope as I fly away
Flesh bound
Soul released
In the oddest way, the hummingbird has found peace
Piece of something which isn’t spoken in polite fare
Matured by masters in Japan’s erotic sphere
Diving into Shibari was something I never thought I’d do
And, to think it all started by me looking at a book owned by you
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-sugar-thighs/

A.H. Scott: Sugar Thighs

nude photo of woman from the rear
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Sugar Thighs


Sugar Thighs in white thong

She with the tan walks along the beach singing a song

Summer sun shining down bright

Proves that Sugar Thighs won’t be alone tonight

Swaying past the man at the Italian ice stand

Sugar Thighs makes a winking demand

“What have you got to quench my thirst?”

Man with moustache like a brush said, “Tell me about yourself first”

Sugar Thighs laughed and sighed, “My mouth needs something to slide inside”

Moustache stood at attention, not to mention the man who was attached to it

“Aah, for the lovely lady I know exactly what will fit” He waved her inside

Sugar thighs followed and started to glide

“So, what is it?” She asked

He unzipped his pants and revealed something red

Boxers with a happy face on them

Sugar Thighs laughed and licked her lips, “Ah, I see. Well that will do the trick”

Happy Face on the floor

Sugar Thighs swallowed more and more

Finishing him off, she left and walked down the beach

For Sugar Thighs, she always knew a treat was always within reach


A.H. Scott: Unzipped and Ready

black and white photo of woman pulling down her jeans
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Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Unzipped and Ready


Unzipping my jeans

You give me that smile

Unbuttoning my white blouse

My red bra is peeking out

Our mouths meet in the middle of the hotel room

Passion is igniting as we start to dance

I can’t wait to unzip your pants

Your denim jeans fall to the floor

Your jockey briefs give a slight wink to me

That caged python longs to be free

My hands are like a sculptress 

And you are heavenly clay

I’m molding your manhood in every way

Seeing you expand between my hands

I push you down onto the bed

You roll on top of me and we tangle

Our souls start to wrangle

The sheets are pink

And, it made me think

“Instead of him having that V8, he should have eaten pink”….



A.H. Scott: Twisted

woman lying on bed half naked wearing red dress
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Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021




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


A.H. Scott: Just One of the Girls

crossdresser photographed in Hamburg living room
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Just One Of The Girls


Standing before my mirror, a spectacle of burgeoning bliss I see in reflection
Just one of the girls ‘tis I
From fishnets, wig of curly locks, and toe-pinching stilettos that brings forth a happy tear of sigh
Corset tight fills me with delight
Lipstick in the color pink, or maybe a darker rose I think
Softer tones and contented moans
I have muscles a bit bigger than the light feathers most may think of when imagining a girl
But, I don’t care when I dress up for myself in this hidden world
Clara Bow and Greta Garbo are accentuations to my flow
Sumptuous Marlene embodies the tender illumination in this living space of contemplation
Unlike The Blue Angel adorned in a tux
Lace, frills and a feather boa make me feel deluxe
Scattered reels at my feet are gems of classic Celluloid which I adore
Nice to have a few memorable sprockets on my floor
Masterpieces of Lang and von Sternberg’s deft touches are perpetual in my visionary flair
Strands of long pearl necklaces I wear from time to time with a flapper’s dress is a lovely sight when I shimmy about
When I indulge myself here I never pout
Garter and panty of finest fabric and vinyl is my vestment of victory in this private space
Exposure of light and shadow formulate my craft
My imagination never takes a rest
Just me being one of the girls is the best
Aromatics of star anise, cinnamon, and fragrances so sublime are entwined in the atmosphere of my lush abode
Starting my solo dance of seduction in stilettos I strode
Chanteuse’s voice drifts from the gramophone
The Little Sparrow reveals her heart within the words of “C’est L’amour” in that triumphant tone
Michel’s copper spire of Baroque is the beacon I see against a skyline of midnight
To the black! To the red! To the yellow!
I curl and sashay myself within this banner of serene reality
Night in Hamburg is a glorious thing to see
Especially for just another one of the girls who is me