SIMPLE IT AIN'T - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Nick of the pen is like that of the razor puncturing simplicity"- A.H. Scott 2/8/15

SWORDS - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Swords



Choice to live
Choice to die
Choice to say Hello
Choice to say Goodbye
Choice to turn to stone
Choice to cry alone
Choice to laugh
Choice to have
Choice to lose
Choice to choose
Choice to wave the white flag of surrender
Choice to charge ahead
Choice to go bravely towards the darkness
Choice to spark the flame of light
Choice to feel your soul soar towards the sky
Choice to place your weapon in it's sheath
Choice to unhinge your armor and toss it upon the floor
Choice that peace is in the heart of the Prince
Choice to be humble in adulation's midst
Choice is confidence you wear as a crown
Choice is the wisdom from the table of round
Choice is that unbreakable core which lives within you....

- A.H. Scott
3/30/12

WHERE'S A LIFESAVER WHEN YOU NEED ONE? - A POEM BY A.H.. SCOTT

Where's A Lifesaver When You Need One?




Drowning
Drowning in tears
Drowning in fears
Drowning in the river of disapproval over all these years
Drowning in downing who I am and who I was

Drowning
Drowning for love
Drowning for peace





Drowning for that heavenly cry of relief





Lifesaver be true
Lifesaver tossed to me from you
Lifesaver isn't a saver of life after all
Keeps you afloat for a while
But, just treading water isn't my style
Actually, it's a brass ring at the end of a rope
It's the rope that I need






Rope to cling to in the middle of a stormy sea
Connected to the ship of my own salvation
I hold on tight, for the twisting line and howling winds push my body about in the night
There is no hand held out to the castaway on the move
On an island of my own vanishing doom
Kick away the seaweed and rags washed upon the rocks
My island is paradise






Drowning is a life saver of sorts.
It proves you're not the weak, little girl with rope burns on your palms
Your soul is your buoy and you keeps you afloat
Nobody is holding you beneath the waves of doubt
The only person keeping you feeling down is yourself





Float high
Float on
Tears fade
Doom vanishes
Storm clouds blow over
Hold the conch shell to your ear






See the island yet?
I do
If you don't yet - look deep enough inside and you will.......



- A.H. Scott
11/20/11

CASTAWAY - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Castaway

Castaway

Lost and found

Castaway

Get swept away in the sound

Ocean rollin' in to kiss the sand once again

Close those eyes of yours and let the troubles' blow away

May not be forever, but in this second everything's okay

Seagulls lettin' ya' hear their call to the clouds

Listen and take in those natural sounds

Cast away the storm in the morn'

Reel in the rays of the sun in the noon

As the sun sets we must never forget....

Fisherman of the universe has all the controls set..

- A.H. Scott 

7/27/15

ODDS OVERTAKEN - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"When the odds are stacked against 'ya, remember YOU are STRONGER than you think" - A.H. Scott 3/2/13

NOTHIN' BEATS THE ORIGINAL - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"When you try to be someone else, you start to erase your own self. It's like rubbing sandpaper across your face, in order to buff out the lines of character and wrinkles that you've earned through living long enough to this point in life. The rough edges are the sign of each person's uniqueness. In some ways, it's our soul's fingerprint that can never be duplicated by another." - A.H. Scott 2/8/12

MAJORETTE - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Majorette


Without a stitch, she’s dressed to the nines
She clasps baton of brass
Moving swiftly, but not so fast
Sway of body against cool metal
Rumble of Gibbons, Hill and Beard puts her on a pedestal
Texas trio keeps this beat kickin’ in the rear
Drumsticks tap time, as her body grinds
Blue light, red light
White hot spotlight
Majorette absorbs the applause
Brass baton was a magnet of currency
She used her gymnastic skills to fluency
Trav’ling sprite was such a delight
Cheetah, Chochotte, Scores, Body Shop, Pink Paradise, Stringfellows and Villalola were just some of her stops
Never a ballerina, yet she was prima
Not Duncan or Fonteyn
She never fathomed being on their plain
Neon pink nails scratch lightly onto brass
Curling left thigh around baton
Muscle reflex never makes them yawn
Right thigh joins partner quickly
Ascending baton with seductive ease
For her audience, she aims to please
Hoots and howls of appreciation fill the air
Pink stilettos straight up
Silky strands of honey blonde hair brush the floor
Rocking back and forth with baton between thighs
Majorette smiles and closes her eyes
She was leading a parade of sensuality on that stage
Beads of sweat began running upside down
Sliding herself right side up, she crawled on the ground
Extending left leg and right, she showed them her mound
She was such a delicious sight
On her feet, a few wiggly moves
Got the men and women in the mood
Hot and hard she knew they all got
As dollars piled up at her feet, she knew her sexy game couldn’t be beat
Majorette felt the respect in that room
Respect for her motions
Respect for her style
Respect for her talent
She knew many looked down on her gig
If she had winced, she would have never been this big
So, to those who bitch, moan and dig
Don’t be such a tight assed prig
Baton ain’t rusted
It’s brass and strong
Majorette knows how to groove on a new song
Majorette is in the winner’s circle
She’s made it this far for so long
Parade goes on around the globe
Many a drum majorette leads the roar of kink
Doing it all with sweaty flesh and a wink

A.H. Scott
4/27/12

BE YOUR OWN SWEETNESS - A QUOTE BY A.H.SCOTT

"To change yourself on behalf of a another human being, is to truly evaporate the person that you are. You will become a shell of hollow smiles, vacant eyes and an arrested soul. Don't be the filling for someone else's cupcake. You be your own self. Be your own sweetness. Don't be the empty vessel that anybody that comes along in your life can use to change who you are. Of course, there is always room for improvement. But, we hold the hammer and chisel. And, not anyone else. Carve out the person you NEED to be. Not the person somebody may WANT you to be. In the end, you might just find that the angels above think you are swell enough, just as you are." - A.H. Scott 1/19/12

WINDSWEPT HOPES - A QUOTE BY A.H. SOTT

"If you judge a book by it's cover, you will miss out on the most UNEXPECTED chapters of your life" - A.H. Scott 7/12/13

DIVE IN - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Dive into life and let the waves of wonder caress your soul. Coolness of each droplet of life is a new adventure that awakens your senses. Swim wisely and with full gusto towards that sunny horizon of serenity." - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

THE COMPETITION - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"The competition isn't from without. The competition is from within. The only person you are in a competition with is yourself. You aren't in a race with someone who is younger, smarter, sexier, funnier, stronger, hipper, dynamic. You are in a race with yourself. And, the moment you can look in the mirror and nod in recognition that you are the best you can be at whatever you desire or strive for; then you stand in that winner's circle. That finish line may be miles ahead for many of us. But, those who have seen that golden tape within finger's distance, only need to stride in a cool sway to our own victory. We are at peace and give the salute of serenity to the world. Happy is, as happy does. Competition is challenging our own courage. And, coming out the other side with a grin on our faces." - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

TWINKIE, I HARDLY KNEW YE - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Twinkie, I Hardly Knew Ye

Your spongy outside made me chuckle, whenever I poked you
Those three holes on your bottom were like belly buttons of love
And, of course, your creamy filling was like a cloud of kid filled joy
Twinkie, you shall always be a happy place inside of me
Thanks for the sugar rush and memories, old friend....

- A.H. Scott
11/16/12

EGO NOOSE - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"There is a thin line between esteem and arrogance. It's called a tightrope. Arrogance is an asphyxiant to the polarity of esteem's ethereal essence. Never let that ego boost become a noose". - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

THE KEY IS YOURS - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"The key is within us all. We might not always see it in the palm of our hands. But, it is there; if only you look close enough. Crumbs turn into our daily bread. A single brick transforms into a sturdy wall. And, that person who didn't want to shake your hand a day ago, is now the one who places a supportive arm around your shoulder. Life is a bounty" - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

A.H. SCOTT TAKES YOU BEHIND THE SILK CURTAIN OF "LISSETTE"

Lissette had charm. Lissette had grace. Lissette was a woman trained in the most elegant of ways. "Parchment Of Passion: Lissette" is multi-part installment of the journal of a submissive. Author A.H. Scott takes you behind the silk curtains of concealment. 

Lissette awaits you at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes & Smashwords.

THE ART OF NEGOTIATION BEGINS WITH SEDUCTION - "RACK EM" BY A.H. SCOTT

"The Art Of Negotiation Begins With Seduction" - A.H. Scott

(..Arlington Cross and Pao Tse-Ling were quite capable negotiators. In so many ways, their skills complimented one another..)

"You are nobody's delivery girl." His right hand came out of pants' pocket and pinched the bridge of his nose gently. "You are a bright pearl Pao There's no way that your office would have sent you to Vancouver, if you weren't prepared for the job."

"Maybe I'm not the right person for the job? Is that what you're saying to me?" Pao's confidence took an unwarranted uppercut from Arlington, as if a cape of doubt suddenly began to ascend over her.

"Not in any way, Pao. You have a sterling reputation. Fortunately, this lot is among the niche that you have so discreetly dedicated a career to," Cross brushed mixed hair back with both hands.

"That's something quite interesting. You've had me investigated" Never a person to down in self pity or dejection, Pao took a swing in her own defense and distinction built over several years "Now, you tell me why I shouldn't feel besmirched by this invasion of my privacy?"

Hearing such a snap in this woman's voice, Arlington couldn't help but give her a sparkle of praise. "Curiosity and novelty is what you trade in. This isn't something that the average house buys and sells. This isn't for the meek."

"At least now I know," Tse-Ling took a long, deep breath, coming to terms with her Canadian counterpart, "You and I are in the same business."

"Precisely put, pretty Pao. So, this means you can put a higher number on that paper." knowing this fascinating lady from Shanghai had more leeway with pricing goods than most buyers he'd come across. "You, me, and all the others that have been sniffing around this place, know to the winner goes those golden spoils."

"You're correct, sir. I could, but, I won't." Pao Tse-Ling's verbal tango with him, turned from glimmering to a stern refusal. "That is my final offer," beginning to exit his establishment with purse in hand, "Good night, sir."

"There may be another option," Cross tossed a preserver of opportunity into acquisition's ocean.

As those words drifted from his lips, Pao suddenly stopped in her tracks. With back to this Cross, she smiled to herself. Turning around to face him, the smile evaporated. "And, what could that possibly be?"

"I could leave the bidding open for another 72 hours," Arlington began to lay an offer on the line, hoping Pao might take it.

Pao may have relished the chance to get back into the ring of negotiation with him, knowing those four corners may be closing in around her. "Tell me exactly how 3 days could change this offer's position?"

"The market's hot right now. That's because everyone thinks the time is almost up," owner of Cross Collectibles gave the outlook on where the auction was heading, "As the hours fly by, the wheat separates from the chaff."

"I know this may be inappropriate," Pao folded arms with purse held in hand, "But how high am I on that bidder's list?"

"You are in the lucky seven." Enjoying Pao's interest being peaked in hearing about the odds being in her favor, Arlington grinned.

"That's a good thing to know" Feeling she'd partially dissolved that wall of distrust which Arlington placed between her and him, Pao felt a sense of comfort in inquiring to Cross "But, does that mean you can be more specific?"

"I could," Cross let out a relaxed laugh, as that feather of flirtation, which was there when they first met, tickled his soul, "But then what felicity would there be in that?"

"Felicity may be a relative thing."

"Pleasure always is."

"And, what pray tell..." Pao took off her jacket as a seductive ribbon curled around her, "Gives you bliss?"

"Beauty." Unknotting his tie with one hand, Arlington Cross gazed at this hypnotic creature before him, "Wisdom."

"A wise man once said," Pao's palms gingerly rubbed against each other, as a quote from de Montaigne seemed more than appropriate for what journey this varied duo were about to embark on, "One may be humble out of pride."

Mixture of surprise and thrill rolled over him. "Three is your lucky number, Pao."

"In life's game of chance," Tse-Ling placed peach jacket onto a wooden chair, "Maybe the golden jackpot is right within your realm."

"Lady Luck." Cross's arousal almost became uncontrollable in the presence of such loveliness as he walked closer to Pao. "Casting a spell?"

Eclipse of a blush formed on Pao's cheeks. "The fairy dust is mine." Attentively, rubbing a manicured hand against Arlington's crotch, "While the wand remains in your court."

Lightly whispering into Pao's soft ear, Arlington feasted on the temptation. "Soon to be into you." tiny kisses onto her lobes. "Lovely queen of lust."

Tingling sensations filled Pao, as moist lips pressed against his. Arlington Cross's charming ways melted away this lady's defenses.

Within a foot of where they stood, a black leather swivel chair sat empty. Tse-Ling pressed against Cross, getting him into a seated position. "Pao, What are you doing?"

"Be silent, sir." Pao pulled the silk fabric of blouse away and revealed a white lace bra. Three small hooks set herself free, "Silence is golden, Arlington."

Holding this woman by the hips, Cross pulled Pao closer and kissed her right breast "Absolutely golden. Just as your breasts. Beautiful."

"Mmm, that's nice." Exhaling with that feeling of bliss, Pao's desire was slowly building for him.

With his hands still on her hips, Arlington reached behind her and unzipped the white skirt. She shimmied as it fell onto that wooden floor. One leg stepped out and the other deftly kicked the cotton item onto the cluttered oak desk.

Pao placed her hands onto Arlington's strong shoulders, as his eyes followed her every movement, "A delicate flower you are, Pao." tip of tongue gently licked between those breasts.

"Cross, is this your idea of negotiating?" tiny giggle came out of that smiling mouth, while placing left index finger beneath his chin.

"No, Pao." Playing lust's cards close to the vest, Arlington Cross gingerly kissed Pao's palm and let that soft hand go from his, "This is my idea of pleasure."

Tse-Ling's hair was tightly pulled back in a bow design, held in place with white satin ribbon and golden hairpins. This woman remained a vision of ornate mystery for an animal of male persuasion. Manicured fingers freed that silken mane, letting Pao feel truly independent of conventionality and clothing.

"That's good to hear." Pao's hair fell, like strands of chocolate linguini against Cross's cheek. Kneeling between his legs, a whisper came from those tender lips, "Pleasure is so subjective, sir."…

RACK EM!

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ALBAZE - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Ablaze

His fingers were like candles, lighting my flesh with every touch

Virility mixed with sweat and fervency, takes me to places too savage to mention out loud

Tiny hairs on my neck were the wicks those fingers ignited in a tender touch

Heat me up with your body thrusting like gladiator in the arena of lust

No doubt any woman in your midst is always left a humble miss

Sonnet of the bard or philosopher from ancient Rome are recounted with authority from your lips

Behind the grunt, you are a charming chap

No wonder why I ended up in your lap

Strands of my hair cascade over the mattress, as your tempting tide overtakes me

From afar, you seemed like a hard nut to crack

Yet, after a while of knocking on the castle walls, your resistance crumbled to my kisses

The fire is real within me now

Whispered words from you to me are the gift the angels have allowed

Pores are opened and drenched with delight

Ablaze with volcanic encounters with you in the night...

- A.H. Scott

3/22/12

ANNIHILATOR - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"People chase dragons. Dragons chase people. Either way, the flesh falls victim to the flame" - A.H. Scott 3/24/13

PINWHEELIN' - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Leashed to the grind. Be it a job or a lover. Either way, you are tied to an anchor, which is taking you under. When will you breathe for yourself, not for another. Floral birth of May becomes an aromatic oxygen that keeps your soul afloat. Tears fade slowly and a grin replaces every stain." - A.H. Scott 1/20/12

OF LEAVES & BRIDGES - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"When you turn over a new leaf; make sure you don't burn down the entire tree. The roots of that tree, are seeds of the substance which have contributed to the person that you are today. Some of the roots are caked with desolation, degradation and despair. But, amongst those twisted tendrils, there are also strains of persistence, perseverance and possibility. That new leaf may be just an additional branch upon the tree of your life. Keep on growin'!! Keep on reaching for the sky!!" - A.H. Scott 7/19/13

ANGEL'S WHISPER - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Angel's Whisper 

An angel's wings may be bent by fate
An angel's love is always there
An angel's heart always takes care
An angel is always on time when you need one
Just turn around and the angel's wings are revived and cradling you once more
An angel can make things that seem dark turn to the light
An angel has a soul that washes away the flood of tears
An angel is the one that whispers ever so gently in your ears

- A.H. Scott 
1/26/12

LIFE & TIMES - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

LIFE & TIMES

Those who are wise give respect to the past
Times are a changin', for the touchstones of mighty timber are silenced by the final resting of souls
Artistry never fades, even when an artist dies
Fools of fizzled pop are hypnotized beneath their own public relations, for they think they are the ones who took the path right in this moment
Be wise, I say to the youth
Always remember the torch is passed from generations of pioneers to you
To the young whippersnappers, the truth blares from the legends to you all, "YOU AIN'T SPECIAL! You are just young"
This quartet's dues were paid in full with drive, thrive and one hell of a will to survive
So, two of these four artists may now be gone
But, as long as there's a guitar to pick or pen to make the words twist and groove; then LIFE & TIMES ain't never gonna EVER vanish from view

A.H. Scott
3/21/17

UNBOUND ASSURANCE - A SEXY SCRIBBLE BY A.H. SCOTT

"What a man or woman chooses to read is their own business. What a man or woman chooses to do behind closed doors of any location they are at, is their own business. Technology has a way of expanding the human experience of sexual expression. And, for the women or men who have a sense of unease with having someone reading over their shoulders, tablets are definitely an ace in the deck of desire. In answering the question to this article for myself, I would say that technological gadgetry isn't helping women read erotica. But, only another avenue of attaining a source of arousal. If there were no iPad, Kindle, Nook or etc., erotic fiction would still exist. For me, fiction is fiction. It can be placid as a pond or raging like a river. It doesn't matter what you are reading, as long as it touches your buttons in the most potent way. Regency romance with lavish locales and restrained sexuality fits the bill for some people. While others may have their senses tickled and twisted to what is considered flucky fiction with just the hardest hardcore settings and scenarios.

As adults, we all have choice. Some days soft, some days hard. Either way, you and I can choose what make our engines run. I guess it all depends on the rainbow of your mood. Keep on reading. Keep on exploring. Life is a journey that is unbound." - A.H. Scott 3/20/12



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Here is the CNET Technology article that inspired my quote above: 

https://www.cnet.com/news/is-the-ipad-helping-women-read-erotic-books/

CHARACTER IN STILLNESS - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Character can be like layers of paint in the ability to conceal and reveal in a single brushstroke. Watercolor, oil, blood, sweat and tears splash against canvas of life, as the soul who maintains balance is the creator of curiosity and continuity...... "- A.H. Scott 1/22/12

AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE THE REAL THING - A QUOTE BY A.H,. SCOTT

"You can't run from who you are. Happiness and bitterness has a way of seeping through to the surface. If you are in a place of peacefulness, then smile. If you are in that tornado of a tempest, then don't try to smile. Just be yourself and hope for better days and things to come your way. You could put on a pair of Air Jordans and think you can race the wind to become someone completely new. But, in the end, the finish line of tranquility will always begin with you. I can wish you peace, but I can't give it to you. I can wish you happiness, but I can't give it to you. Yet, the one thing I can offer is a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. Stop running. You are who you are. An original you is better than a diluted copy of anyone else." - A.H. Scott. 3/9/12

PASSION SHOULD BE LEFT UNTAMED - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Attempting to tame passion is a fool's folly. Let passion run it's course to that finish line of flourish & temptation. When it's untamed in a pure form of honesty and effervescent discovery, it's organic. When passion is forced or transformed into something unreal, the only thing you can smell is the stench of synthetic touches and lies" - A.H. Scott 1/22/13

BREATHE - THE POETRY OF A.H. SCOTT

Each step I take towards you
Breathe
Our lips meet
Breathe
Taste of honey and spearmint mingle together
Breathe
Breathe
Hands race through hair
Breathe
Yours and mine twisted under our fingers
Breathe
Dress of white released and skin exposed
Breathe
Kiss me again
Breathe
Kiss you again
Breathe
Shirt of white parted and lips kiss your chest
Breathe
Hearts begin to race
Breathe
Our need for fulfillment picks up the pace
Breathe
I can hear yours like a snare in a slow snap
Breathe
You hear mine like a bongo in double time
Breathe
Music of exploration fills the night…..

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Absorbing those vibrations which exemplify the effervescence of life is easy. All you have to do is “Breathe”.

“The Poetry Of A.H. Scott: Breathe”.

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