A.H. Scott: Exposure

An outdoor scene of nude woman on bed as man approaches
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2021




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….


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/

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