1"A Night Less Lonely" By A.H. Scott
Published by A.H. Scott at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 A.H. Scott
A NIGHT LESS LONELY
(The Poem)
Ten little Indians dangle from my wrists
Nivea shimmer on my naked skin
Spritz of Charlie creates a sexy cloud of mist
I’m all alone
But, not lonely
I have ten friends to make this a night less lonely
Curve of a nipple
Parting of a lip
Yet, one set is audible, but the other isn’t
Pleasures’ melody fills my body and soul
Ecstasy came with digital flexing
Multiplicity of moisture drapes my thighs
Several moments of desire’s sighs fill the air
Fireworks brighten my eve
As I lay on this bed with a smile of success,
There is someone else I must address
I raise a quenching brew to the cowboy of sienna swoon,
For his sentimental words send me over the bluest moon
Now, that’s a night less lonely
-A.H. Scott
11/2/11
A Night Less Lonely
By
A.H. Scott
(A Woman Explores The Most Elusive Being She's Every Known – Herself)
A Night Less Lonely …
Some describe ten as a number to describe a hot babe or stud. I take it more personally. I think the true, perfect ten are the ones that dangle from beneath our wrists.
Ah, sweet digits of delight. Never let you down.
Whether it's a soft hand stroking a stiffening spear, while the other manicured one is tumbling those brass balls. Or, satin slivers of jade swirling into the treasure chest of a golden pearl.
Hearing that saying of, "Make Love, Not War", I guess we all can understand that. The peace sign opening slim folds can be the best diversion from life's complications.
For now, this one's for the ladies.
In only a royal blue, satin robe wrapped around me, I slinked into my bedroom. A little pampering this night would go a hell of a long way for me.
Peeling off that satin fabric, I was there naked beneath the glow of a gold lamp on my nightstand. Several shakes of blonde locks and a smile filled the atmosphere of that silent apartment.