It does not <br />make the air too flutter much, 'which “In truth she makes <br />one of those and if it dreams, it comes <br />and then”, he said by her and, just a little kiss between, <br />he confused for the second time. <br />Then as for him that starveling, 'sensation <br />and the stomach where each they lower kiss <br />and were planted perhaps simultaneously <br />her/his and the felt, pencil tipped, open 'lip. <br />where she is soft the holy, 'God which it feels, <br />that it starts hers sliding! <br />But she had not gone, <br />as for oh it was their, there was she. <br />She was there, ' sinking down, almost again up to her sea.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-she-is-soft/
