Ready to drop

The emotions, emanating,effortlessly
Are heightened now tremendously
As you hold me, so your touch
Ignites a fire, our lips just brush
Then you pull me close
Lips on mine demand the most
Tongues writhe and  intertwine
Creating feelings so divine
Hands reach out and caress
Sliding down inside my dress
Sending shivers down my spine
Ah this is a steep incline
Feeling hot
Ready to drop
Head first into ecstasy.

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By Mary

I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.

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