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Betrothed - a poem by Yellin' Ellen
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Betrothed
Breathless, I daily await the phone.
Our last tender session has excited
My imagination and sauced my loins.
Today my fingers tremble as I see
A recorded message from my lover.
The memory of your nipples hard'ning
On my tongue as I hold your globe
In my own hand, tasting, kissing.
I sense the heat rising in the
Changing color of your cheeks
And the deepness of your breath.
Ever aware of our scents as
They gradually fill the air
Fomenting us toward rapture.
The touch of your long fingers
Deep into my folds, moistened
By my excited state of mind,
Causes a short gasp of pleasure
To cascade over our kissing.
Yelp!.. a small scream... Oooh!
As I thrust two fingers into
Your sopping tunnel of lust.
Oh lover, take me to where
I have never been, lift me
To heights of unending passion.
Allow me to take you with me
On an orgasmic journey.
Trembling thighs start a shudder
As our sexes touch at the moment
Of release and backs begin
An arching of lusty passion
And committment to our rapture.
Oh.. Don't stop. Please don't stop.
I beg you.. oh please don't stop.
Ellen
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