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Initiation - 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.
Initiation
The tart taste of your hardening nipple
And the touch of your softly rounded breasts
Against mine inflames me with passion's heat.
My panties become moist with my nectar
And its musky scent mingles with your own
In a sensual cachet of aromas.
Subtle explorations of our bodies
Each by the other enrages the fire
Glowing in our loins. Fingers touching,
Meeting, exchanging the tastes of the other.
Legs part allowing entry to the inner
Folds of our similar anxious sexes.
Fury and passion dancing as one
Overwhelms our senses, as our breathing
Becomes more rapid and labored.
Backs arch under the heat of passion,
Legs, breasts and anxious mouths sigh
In a scream of passionate release,
As thrashing hips and climaxing
Vulvas erupt in their final song.
Oh.. hold me in your arms and calm me,
For I fear, I have taken us too far.
And what if that fire should erupt again?
Joining us in heated vapors of passion?
Shall we answer its call, sharing bodies,
Anxious feelings, and our own fantasies?
Can we be satisfied by our own touches,
Kisses, sighs and tender fondlings?
Moisture meets my wandering fingers as,
Touching myself, I discover the answer.
Ellen
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