A.H. Scott: Sunrise

Portrait of blonde woman naked on her bed
Sunrise: Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021




I saw the sunrise in your eyes

As I pulled the sheet around me the next morning

Your smile was all I needed to rejuvenate me that night before

Yet, what we shared was so much more

The moment you came to my apartment door

Red roses in a bouquet you handed me, as we kissed

I never knew such a moment of joy

You were the surprise that I never expected would come true

The dress of lime green fell from my skin because of you

White undergarments were unhooked and roll off my body

As you watched me, while sitting in a Chippendale chair

Suave and sexy was my man of European flair

He had brown eyes and salt and pepper hair

Sunrise smile that always made every moment I spent with him even brighter

He stood and approached my naked body by the bed

Those hands of yours were skillful and my lips upon him were bliss 

Warm and moist I was to his touch 

As I ran my fingers along his loveline, that smile broadened

When the bed became our playground 

Each of us reverted to playing games

Hands and arms interlocked in a tango of temptation

As both of our bodies heaved in anticipation

Then the moment of cresting came for us together

We fell asleep in each other’s arms 

You left my flesh tingling from your charismatic charm 

Make no doubt it

You have the brilliant disguise

Man of honey hue you are my sunrise


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/just-one-of-the-girls/

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

Milan Burnett: My Thoughts About Sex

Erotic photo semi nude of black model Milan Burnett
Homepage: October 2021

Text by Milan Burnett, Copyright 2021


My Thoughts About Sex


I was never always the confident, outspoken individual that I am today. I struggled a lot with self consciousness growing up, and it took a lot of self reflection and mental work to look at myself in the mirror and claim that I was beautiful. I was never a fan of dressing to impress while in school, not just because I didn’t care much, but because I truly didn’t feel beautiful on the inside either. I believe the true definition of beauty belongs solely to the individual, and starts with genuine self love and self care. I realized that doing small things for myself such as getting my nails done at the salon, or just taking myself out for drinks, was super important. I was never big on makeup, but I learned to love a nice hint of lip gloss, too. That instant shine and pop of color to the lips? A simple, yet sexy, classic! Once self care became a more recurring thing, the confidence and self awareness eventually came on its own.

I always think back and find it amusing how I went from this self conscious, timid person, to where I am today. When I was 19, I found myself working at my very first gentleman’s club as an exotic dancer in Queens, NY. The first day was a nightmare. I hardly made any money, and the girls I was working amongst were certainly not shy like I was, and knew their way around the floor. I was determined to come back and make it worth my while the next time. The more I got acclimated to the environment, I also became much more comfortable and free with myself in general. Not to mention, the money I was making was great after a while! The topic of sex and being free and open minded wasn’t taboo there. And I appreciated that.

I never understood why the topic of something as natural as sex was such an awkward or “explicit” thing to talk about amongst peers. Not to say every conversation should revolve around it, or be overly graphic, but there is certainly no need for people to be as prude about it as they usually are. Sex is one of the most freeing experiences for me. I completely let myself go. Sex is passionate, it’s fun. With the right person, I love being able to let myself go, and allowing that inner succubus to come to life.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR : Milan is currently an administrative healthcare professional, originally from New York, now residing in Philadelphia. Aspiring model and real estate broker. Free thinker. Humanitarian by nature. Spiritual revolutionary in the making. This is Milan’s first contribution to Tony Ward Studio.

A.H. Scott: Tango in The Dark

two people tango dancing for article about sex
Tango in The Dark. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Text by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021


Tango in The Dark


Black was the color of this couples’ night
Silk dress of black clung to her form, as black silk shirt and matching pants cut a dapper profile of the man she was with
Their names were Alejandro and Sylvia
And, this is their tango in the dark
Back at their cozy cottage along the shoreline after a quick bite and dance, the aria of arousal captured their senses
Alejandro’s hands ran along Sylvia’s shoulders, as he removed the black dress off of her
She shimmied in a slow way, as silk met the floor in a gentle sway
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him softly, “Our dance is far from over tonight”
“Night holds charms, as do you, my lovely one”, He replied with kisses along her neck
Sylvia wasn’t shy with her actions, as slim fingers began unbuttoning his shirt and gingerly touching Alejandro’s chest
Dark hair, dark eyes he had, but this man’s seduction of her was a beacon of bliss with every kiss
Alejandro removed his shirt and focused on her, as Sylvia stood in black panties alone
She bit her bottom lip in a sign of want
He knew that look in her eyes and met it with his hands against that soft skin
Long, black hair of this beauty fanned across her breasts as she stood with a smile
He was about to say something, as she placed left index finger against his lips
Alejandro smiled and accelerated towards a higher gear
Waiting for his touches revved her soul beyond compare
Alejandro’s lips motioned with precision along Sylvia’s left hip
Sylvia’s hands ran through his hair, as tender lips of this man shifted slowly around to her rear
Hands of this man cupped each cheek
Sylvia made a sigh of anticipation’s peak
Needing each other so in a desirous race
Alejandro’s kisses on her flesh picked up temptation’s place
Sylvia couldn’t resist his visit to her most intimate place
Petal explored with cautious care, Alejandro knew how to get Sylvia there
Arrival of ecstasy came, as did this lovely brunette
Alejandro caused a full flourish of this rose
Sylvia was revved up and ready to take things up a notch, as she smiled and pressed hand against his crotch
She could hardly get those black pants off this man, as the yearning to have him inside of her was passion’s plan
Zipper was the only resistance which was in the way
Polished fingernails brought that zipper to surrender, as pants and boxers came down with a salute rising
Sylvia’s hand made contact with his tool of titillation in a breathless way, “I want you inside of me now”
Alejandro gave her a playful retort, “Well, baby….speed the plow
This man and woman’s lustful leisure was no sort of diminished ploy
Alejandro and Sylvia’s field of play was the black leather sofa in that living room, as their sweaty bodies were entangled in a meadow of joy
Attraction’s pulsation they shared was just that stark
Embracing love’s tempo is such a wonderful spark
For Alejandro and Sylvia, their tango in the dark was never a frivolous lark
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-dont-stop-the-dance/

Studio News: Lost Negatives Due to Flood

Inez. At the Penthouse Club New York. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Text by Tony Ward, Copyright 2021


Studio News: Lost Negatives Due to Flood


It is always a good practice to go back through the files to find new pictures that were never made available to the public before. Unfortunately, some of the negatives from this shoot for Neiman Marcus in May of 2004 were lost during a flood at the studio on July 25, 2021.  The flood was caused by a ruptured water main at the corner of 6th & Bainbridge streets in Philadelphia.  We were at ground zero during the event taking on thousands of gallons of water before the Philadelphia Water Department was able to shutdown the water flowing at break neck speed through the ruptured pipe. 

It has taken me weeks to sift through the losses of countless negatives that were in the darkroom suite while I was  in the process of reviewing negatives from the archives for an upcoming exhibition at the Dupree Gallery opening on October 1, 2021.  Unfortunately, some of the images I was considering to exhibit have been destroyed due to catastrophic flood damage to the negatives that were in the process of being printed in the darkroom in consideration for the exhibition. 

This color negative of  Inez, modeling lingerie for my client Neiman Marcus  survived the floodwaters. Approximately, twelve thousand seven hundred and twenty  other negatives in color and black and white did not have the same fate.