Seaside Swell 3

I'm lost in the long grass (he's lost in me),
Feeling him pounding harder than the surf;
I push back so we do not capsize; see
I am a vessel for his cum; the earth
Is soft beneath my hands, as is the sand,
Beneath my knees, as his hand presses down
And curves me to the angle that he planned:
So, he can pull from pink and pot my brown  
(He has played pool all day so he can't help
Comparisons like this); as he inters
His cock in my derriere - he makes me yelp
And does not stop, despite my pleas and sirs;
He loves the seaside swell in my tight ass
And loses me so well in the long grass.