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The Sunset Cove - a poem by Yellin' Ellen
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The Sunset Cove
Kissing, in that sunset cove, I feel your
Hand touch my breast and a wispy strap falls.
Breasts spill forward onto waiting lips
And moisture soils my now bare triangle.
Alas, your stiff weapon begs for release
And feverish fingers set upon you
To liberate the growing hardness within.
My ponderous breasts hang over your face
Inviting the intense feeding they so need.
Your hardness touches my moistened threshold
Begging for entrance. The entry we both need.
A sigh, more like a murmur, as it enters
And heated thighs begin a sensual pounding.
My swollen folds engulf the entire length,
Being filled as never before.. full.
The touch of your hand in my moistened slit
Surprises me because of its boldness,
As it laves my entire underside with my
Own sweet, musky and lubricious juices.
Your teeth gently bite a hardened nipple,
As your finger enters me from the rear.
This bold entry, shocking by its audacity,
Infuriates my passion and inflames me.
My thighs tremble with impending release
As your hardened engine slips from me.
Oh no.. don't leave.. don't leave.. please
Your anxious hand moves it to the backdoor.
Screaming at the pain, its searing warmth
Enters me against my will and my breasts'
Hardened nipples feel your teeth once again.
Suddenly, you have entered me fully
And I relax as your long stokes begin.
Bathed in our own sweat, we lovers thrash
On the golden beach of that sunset cove.
My back arches drawing tender nipples
Against rough teeth, and thrusting my pelvis
Into your upward stroking muscle of love.
Only the setting sun hears the first screams
Of a mutual orgasm, beginning
With the awesome tensing of our muscles
As trembling, your molten love pours into
My spasming dark tunnel, pumping, thrusting.
Tiny rivulets of your juice emerge
From deep inside me, running down my thigh.
Instantly, my own orgasm begins
With a shudder of my thighs, and a yell
Into the dusky night, I grasp my breasts,
And pinching the nipples, release explosively
Gushing forth on your surprised belly.
And only the setting sun hears our scream.
Ellen
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