ramblings and things

1,019,400 poems read

ellen

It's early in the evening in lonesome town
I'm surfing for Ellen but she's not around
She's sexy in satin; she's sexy in lace
Wish I could get around to her place
I'd stroke  her all over, lick her sweet tips
Gently caress her intimate lips
Tease her legs till they open wide
Then slide myself deeply inside
And love her and love her till we both scream
Sadly but sadly it's only a dream
For Ellen dear Ellen is too far away
But we still have our mental love play'
 Soon soon soon when we're both alone
We'll may be talk and love over the phone
Meanwhile at present it's really no joke
My body is throbbing for her to stroke
It's still early evening in lonesome town
Still surfing for Ellen who's still not around
 


Comment On This Poem ---
ellen