Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021
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Exposure
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Exposing myself to him
He watches the curves of my hips
I take bottle of champagne and pour against my lips
A few drops roll down my throat
Being with him is intoxicating enough
More than a stream of the liquid soaks my blue satin dress
The stain of champagne starts to form a pattern
As if that nectar of the Gods knows my flesh
Pattern is from right nipple down to lap area
Well, as he watches me this lover of mine gets nearer
Taking the bottle away from my hand, he places it onto the Italian marble counter
He was a thirsty man
Yet, from that bottle he wouldn’t drink
Only that blue satin dress remained between he and me
So, his tongue licked my lips, neck and chest
And, of course that fermented liquid on my breast
The puddle of champagne that decided to go to my lap
Was taken care of in little licks from his exposed tongue
Exposure can be an orgasm’s first rung
Next were elevated inches, for this man was hung
I’m exposed to his whims
I’ve relinquished myself to him….
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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://tonyward.com/two-left-feet/