She Is Beautiful

As she for me now, she how permits me, as for the side which loves and our windows are opened, with curly black hair where i moved her chest, the covers of the curtain under her panties, where she is loved and her i am long and in those kisses, their the air of quiet is morning look at the soft eye, of the milky brown 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 moves as a voice for me, who am she loved, swelling passion spilling as for the green peacock of me, who fills her up and my sea, which is loved her, Entering it loves and i, who come and move aside the panties, wet with love being here, me/we us and them, who i am, loved we are loving.