There's something about Emily

The light fragrance wafting out
as she brushes her long hair
or the look of mischief in her eyes
when she strides over

Or the way her denim skirt
rides up past the hemline of her tights
showing just enough curve
to warm the blood

or the attention of her lips
and her fingers as they move constant

Or the rise and fall of her breasts
and the subtle crack of vertebrae
as she arches her back
and bites her bottom lip

Or the lightening when her nails
dig into My shoulders
and she pulls me in tight

or the way her heels press hard
against the small of my back
 and her pupils dilate
as the soft tone of her moan
goes back deep down into her being
and changes into a full primal scream

There's something about Emily
she draws out the beast with ease
rushes my blood and sets me free
and makes me so damn eager to please