It Is Why She Is So Beautiful

it is why she is so beautiful and why should i not, look at the soft eye, of the milky brown thus around where in me to whom, she faces her vis-a-vis and me deep i am, she is as beautiful at first each glance of my eye i love her their, her needs they are her/i\we want, how it turns upon it desired, and i tug her each pink lip which is loved, it then escapes, it is her need beautiful, how she it comes and how she it moves as a voice for me, who am i, she loved, swelling passion spilling as for the green peacock of me, who fills her up and my sea, which it loved is her, Entering it loves and i, who comes and move aside the panties, wet with love being here, me/we us and them, who i am, loved off both and we are loving, who we are and loving.