A.H. Scott's Blog, page 30

E X P L O R E - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Explore  by  A.H. Scott
Explore inner space
Explore outer spaceExplore the wrinkles of time upon my face
Explore experience, which youth hasn’t a clue of
Explore my hands with kisses from your lips
Exploring you like a sojourner, is such a trip 
Truth be told, we’re not so old after all
Few flakes of snow in your attic, doesn’t mean the fire doesn’t still burn below 
Gravity sent a farewell peck on my buns and melons many days ago 
Lying here together, I rest my hand on your chest
You lay your hand upon mine gently
Feels nice to know a man who can truly appreciate a woman
Not a girl am I with a giggle and vacant sigh
Nor you a boy with a constantly descended fly
Explore the moments to treasure one another
Exploring you as my lover
My lips meet your chest and make it’s acquaintance
Soon, I’ll be giving you full maintenance
Manicured nails roll onto flexing muscles
In the night of blue moon and stars, my hands are exploring your galaxy 
Bodies braided lightly on that bed as we emerged in love again and again and again
Stars in my eyes, are nothing compared to the tingling in my thighs 
Neither of us were chicks at heaven’s dawning
Yet, when I wanted to go one more time, it was you that started yawning
Exploring is fun
And, not just for those of slim age
Quality is an experience that gets better with time
Exploration is the care that a woman and man share when they toss away society’s clock
Morning came and we awoke in each other’s arms
Refreshed and revived, our hearts are alive
Exploring the day anew
It’s nice to share tender gems of my life with you…

- A.H. Scott
   2/21/12

ABSENCE - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

ABSENCE

No words are needed at this moment
No tears needed to cry anymore
No explanation of how bumpy the road has been for either of us
No sound.....except that little patter of joy that fills our hearts
No......just this moment
Now......so simple and pure is our connection 
Thank God........let's never lose this direction...

- A.H. Scott 

3/15/13

PENETRATION -A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Penetration


As the doors of the subway close when you depart, I place my hand to the windowYou place your hand on the other side and smile back at meConductor yells that the trains about to go forth I run my fingertips around the outline of your hand on the other side of the glassNo words are needed to be said by you or I You trace an outline of my cheek and I smile so softly back at you I know you'll be back in a day or two The weeks and months that we've shared in days gone by were a blast beyond compareYou at my place and me at yoursBeds were like trampolines of our mutual temptationAnd, for that reason I have to giggle as I stand here and look at youOur ultimate penetration were those moments of silence in each others arms in the park nearbyYou won't be gone for long I knowSo, for now it's only, "See ya' later, alligator"Train departs.......
- A.H Scott 1/29/12

REBIRTH - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Rebirth 

Rebirth is the moment we rise upward from those ashes of yesterdays pain and tears

Rebirth is that ticking of seconds upon the clock of hope, which pounds in our ears

Rebirth is that embrace of joy recaptured under the eyes of heaven

Refreshed….Revived…Reborn…- THIS IS LIFE…!! 

- A.H. Scott 
2/15/13

TO BREATHE - A POEM BY A.H.. SCOTT

To breathe. To have. To hold. To consume the marrow. To cradle the soul.To whisk towards heaven.To whirl towards hell.To the last breath......is ours - eternal..
- A.H. Scott2/28/14

WAS - A POEM BY A.H, SCOTT

WAS 



Was that day she came into my life, something that didn't happen? 

Was a stroll in the park by myself alone?

Was it her laughter? 

Was it her kisses against my bearded chin?

Was it her fingertips against chiseled chest by pumped iron?

Was it a folly to think a man like myself in her life could fit in?

Was this only a dream to be wanted by her? 

Was a fool blinded by a creation of miracle or myth?

Was my memory faulted by reality of who she REALLY was?

Did I believe she loved ME above any other guy in this world?

Could I be the man of her DREAMS?

never WAS.....was SHE? 

I still dream.....for that's all that will set me FREE..... 




- A.H. Scott 

4/13/13

ORIGAMI: JASMINE'S JOURNEY - FANTASY BY DESIGN

Mr. Kishuriko had salt and pepper hair and dark brown eyes "Jasmine, welcome to our home" He wore a black suit with pink shirt underneath. 
When he introduced himself to me, it almost took my breath away "Sir, it is my pleasure to be in your company".
"I am a very busy man, Jasmine" Brown eyes that seemed soft at first, turned quite demanding in a single look "You must never waste a man's time" He smiled lightly "My wife and I offer you an opportunity, which comes along once in a lifetime" 
"I am grateful, sir" I bowed respectfully to him. 
Wan-Lu smiled at me "Life is all too brief, Jasmine" Her voice filled the air "Opportunity like this may be only for a few days. Yet, the lessons you shall learn here, shall last you forever".
Teyoko Kishuriko broke that stern gaze and spoke gently to me "This place can be magical, if you open your mind, my dear" Placing his right hand out to me, he took me towards a large room next to that office with ornate desk "Everyone else has already arrived. You shall meet them along the way of this journey, Jasmine" Waving to a smattering of people in that room, he spoke once more "Everyone, this is Jasmine. She is my latest pupil".
I didn't know how to react, as he introduced me. So, I bowed instinctively. 
As I did so, the others tittered and chatted amongst themselves in reaction to what I had just done. 
Wan-Lu took me by the other hand "Jasmine, you will come with me now" Coyly smiling at her husband and the others "I will take very good care of her, Teyoko". 
Exiting down a long hallway, she showed me the room I'd be staying in. It had a bed with my suitcase and purse upon it. 
Paper bag that held a gift for my hosts was situated on the red leather chair next to the bed. I couldn't be a good guest without giving it to Mrs. Kishuriko "Madame, let me please give you this tiny trinket of my appreciation towards the both of you" Unrolling the brown paper, I pulled out a small dark green box out of it. 
I cradled it between my palms and bowed as I handed it to her. 
Flipping the lid of that box revealed a velvet lined interior with a crystal figurine in the shape of a crane. Wan-Lu chuckled "This is lovely, Jasmine" Closing the box, she held it in her hands "My husband will truly appreciate this gift from you, dear one".
"Thank you, Madame" I smiled back at her. 
"I shall let you get your bearings from your sojourn here" She softly added "Your first lesson begins within the next two hours" Walking towards the door, her hand twisted the doorknob "And, please wear something appropriate, Jasmine" Mrs. Kishuriko exited the room. 
I changed into a simple white linen dress and hoped my hosts would approve. 
As I was soon to find out, the house of Kishuriko was of many rooms and affected moods.
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Jasmine needed a special type of tutoring in her first year of study at Tokyo University. 

A friend of hers, Kapaya, suggested she get a mentor instead. 

His name was Teyoko. 

A.H. Scott unfolds, “Origami: Jasmine's Journey”. 

Fantasy by design…..


.......tsuukai.......




#AMAZON #BARNES&NOBLE #ITUNES #SMASHWORDS 

A DELILAH ARCHER MYSTERY: THE CASE OF THE CHEEKY CO-ED - SEXY SUSPENSE ON TARGET

Constance Stuart took a moment to collect her thoughts and began to reveal all which she knew about Lottie’s life “My daughter is enrolled at Baynebridge Academy” Placing red purse on lap “When she came home for a visit a few days ago, Lottie was in her room changing and I saw bruises on her bottom”.

Archer had to ask a specific question about this 19 year old young woman to her mother “Is she dating anyone?”

“Not that I know of” Constance replied hesitantly, as she wanted some guidance “And, that is why I am here hiring you, Miss Archer”. 

“Can I ask what kind of bruises were they? I know that this might be quite tricky to ask you, but she is a grown woman, Mrs. Stuart” Delilah Archer had been down this road in other cases of the darker side of sex before “Some women enjoy something less than vanilla”.

Constance Stuart, dressed in pale blue dress with pearl necklace objected “No! Not my Lottie. She is a good girl. She knows nothing about which you just spoke of, Miss Archer”.

Delilah stood up and approached this seated client “I didn’t mean to offend you, ma’am. But, in my business, there are different and varied tastes” Holding picture of Lottie in hands “She’s a beautiful young woman, who probably has a line of suitors lined up around the block”.

“Well, she did have an ex-boyfriend that was less than suitable for a young lady like my baby girl” Constance Stuart gave more information about why she wanted assistance from the Archer Agency “I also am hoping Lottie will choose to transfer from Baynebridge to another university”.

“Tell me a little bit about Baynebridge” Delilah sat on the edge of her desk, reading through some material an assistant had provided earlier “I see that the campus is small. So, maybe that is why Lottie is happy there”.

“Miss Archer, I have no doubt that my little Lottie would be happy anywhere” Constance continued “But, I want her to go somewhere else. And, if you could find out what she has been up to at that school, then maybe Lottie will realize it’s time to move along to somewhere else”.

“I see” Delilah placed folder down “Since I read you are on the board of trustees for this Baynebridge Academy, I will need some way to get in there and be able to see for myself what is going on with Lottie”.

“Perfect, so you will take the case, Miss Archer?” Constance Stuart stood up and handed Delilah a key “All of the information on a resume for yourself will be in locker 29 at Louisville Airport on Thursday when you are expected to arrive at Baynebridge”

“Yes, it seems like something right down my alley, Mrs. Stuart” Delilah Archer walked the client to the front silver doors “Please don’t worry about your daughter, Mrs. Stuart, In three days, I will keep an eye on her for you”.

“Thank you, Miss Archer” Constance Stuart placed black sunglasses on and exited out into a sunny Nashville morning. 

Delilah Archer turned to her assistant Frederick Taylor “Okay, find me everything on a Baynebridge Academy in Kentucky” Tapping fingernails onto reception desk “I think this one will be a piece of cake”.

“Never say that boss” Taylor uttered “When it seems like cake, it becomes a fallen soufflé”.

Thursday arrived and Delilah Archer was off in her Oldsmobile for a three hour drive to Louisville on I-65.....

- end of excerpt 
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Private detective Delilah Archer is hired by a socialite to investigate her daughter’s changing behavior and goings on at the prestigious school she attends. 
Behind the walls of the Baynebridge Academy, Southern charm of the student body had a way of allowing fresh cream to always rise above the rest of the crop. 
After all, the destination of Archer’s assignment was a town called Pleasureville. 



#AMAZON #BARNES&NOBLE #ITUNES #SMASHWORDS 





......SEXY SUSPENSE ON TARGET.......

MY C O N F E S S I O N - AN A.H. SCOTT REVELATION

If you are reading this, then there’s something I must CONFESS….I’m an ADDICT………………

I’ve heard somewhere that the first step in admitting that you have a problem is just to say it out loud: 

I raise my hand and reveal my HABIT to all of you

No, it’s not alcohol (Although, from time to time may have a nice wine with my dinner) 

No, it’s not smoking (Never started with cigarettes, or even tried the strange smelling ones) 

No, it’s not drugs (My hardest drug taken over the years has been a Tylenol or Aleve or Motrin. I guess that makes me kinda a plain Jane. But, so be it. Never gotten into the stuff under the table) 

No, it’s not even chocolate (But, I must admit Lindt or Godiva does have a way of getting to me) 


I’m an addict
I’m addicted to WORDS

My name is A.H. Scott and I’m WORD-AHOLIC

Intoxicated by intelligence, I get high off of wisdom

Knowledge is that substance which I crave 

Now, you know my secret, my addiction to words and how trinkets of knowledge caress inspiration from my fingertips onto paper

My advice to anyone facing the same HABIT is to admit you are HOOKED on WORDS 

This is one addiction where you don’t want a CURE

Cold turkey in this case, is for your salad or sandwich

Every day you learn something new, whether you want to or not. Just relax and let the sentences, paragraphs, sonnets and commas do their thing on your brain. Period. 

As for me, I’m taking a deep breath and facing my addiction with absorbing a few grams of intelligence and imbibing wisdom daily. 

Coffee table books with pictures and prose usually will do the trick, if you’re feeling the wisdom wearing off of you

You might see one of us at the bookstore or library, taking a sniff of a classic or massaging a recent bestseller

No need to be afraid, we’re just getting our fix 

WORD-AHOLICS are people too

My name is A.H. and what I crave is a firmly placed word deep inside my psyche

Always have and damn straight, always will  

I’m A.H. Scott and I totally approve of this message

Thanks for letting me confess my addiction

- A.H. Scott 1/24/16

CRIMSON ERASURE - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Never let a red line become the cage from which there is no escape. Constricting yourself in statements without any actions coming forth in the future in not engaging in compromise or negotiation will hang you on a tightrope by your own tongue. More talk, less squawk may just be the key to grace in unlocking a sense of mutual respect. Thumping a chest and making a threat from many a mile away from a situation is good for an ability to show off how well one can speak in broad tones. Yet, to sit down across from someone and speak to them as an equal, would go a lot further in balancing the plateau of respect shown. Maybe the red line will fly away and the need to always cling to it shall diminish with ears that truly listen to one another" - A.H. Scott 3/3/14