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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 03/18/2021
Created 06/13/2009
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her legs spread forth,
knees supporting an open harbor

twin ports standing at the apex,
pulsating beacons calling for sailors' return.

further inland, a dual cascade has begun moving down her body
corresponding kisses migrating in sync

engorged breast are gently, warmly massaged
as hips are cupped and pulled back, giving her a slight
brush with the approaching ship

with the cascades finally reaching the inland side of the harbor
they unleash a call to each port
wet, warm tongues whispering to it's port, telling sweet secrets
of the coming treasures

with gates open, the first ship arrives
moving into the harbor, brushing gently against her small round
lookout post before breaching in

she breathes deep, her chest pushes forth towering breast,
nipples round and hard,
quivering gently as the wide vessel fills it's home to capacity

with one ship barely anchored the second begins it's approach
at full mast it move gently into place

she quakes with excitement and begins to thrust a violent tide
onto her new arrivals, a hurricane of sighs released as sailors
toast with freshly released champagne

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