patsey

She presses me against her door.

Breast to Breast I yield to her warmth.

My mouth opens to taste the hunger in her breath.

Her practiced hand slips under my shirt and bra.

Electicity jolts my inward being,

As my nipples harden at her touch,

And my soft cotton pants are suddenly damp.

I surrender again to her essence.

I open my body and soul to her command.

I tremble at her touch - my back arches to meet her,

And I slide helplessly into her ecstatic dance.

I am lost.........and found..........and hers