Clenched
by A.H. Scott


My jaw, my thighs
My lips of enduring lust
Bring me closer
to the peak of joy
Hunger of fire's breath,
is the only thing we thrive
Being in your presence makes me feel alive




Stratman Sonata


Listen to the beat
Feel that sweat
Your fingers slide and soar
Making me want you more
It's six or twelve, playing
My passion on a shelf
Spotlights on
Passion revs my soul
Makes the Stratman,
the golden dove of deiety
Draped in freedom's spirit, A.H. Scott is a sizzling scribe
of unveiling sensuality. Based in New York, she's armed
with a pouting pen of passion and pulsating pounding of
digits to keyboard. With a snaggy stylus, lacerating
parchment. And, metrical motion, masticating a misting
keyboard; jocular jabs and cologned benedictions,
stream towards a just climax.


A.H. Scott's Motto:  
“I want my writing to affect the reader in two ways: from
above the neck and below the belt.” — A.H. Scott
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