
Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022
.
Night, Angel
.
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….”
.
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/