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