Before, ' She Bursts Poem by James McLain

He first carries all the chest to her with his two shaking hands,
massages those twin tips tarry hard, so flushed is varied.
Carefully very, how it feels this supple leather,
strong under above the sticky the soft, doe skin.
As she makes the white poppies knotted with ever growing pain.
Before the open buldgeing eyes, pop out.
Whispered mumbles it is slurped, so and loudly, out he cried, O' my but.
Hands between them both are stretching draw bridge, breached,
and flips one of her nipples to that other kneading hand.
He so looks glazed the other way, while she watching saw.
He'd rather this man be thin, than he is being in a year, making water when awakened she awakens,
him, of he, she, himself and painfully felt that it reaches the point
where so it stands, between alone amongst the trees, burns the bush.
He squeezes out the other nipple she is emptied then to calmly,
and pulls other in and out, the lower part, that always burns.
The nipples so to him, they seem the flow where milk is thin,
as it eruptes, the being, she brought up which salutes, then stands.
He is seized to squeeze the nipple for the second time,
the act of it ' It actualizes.
Leaves there was for that a tender word is much.
This is the time for all good men to come to the aid of there country nows the time, the jet aircraft, the milk to be much stronger.
The empty nest it starts to windy blow, beneeth almost.
The heaving chest to which is added by and whom the buckets, heaving needles point.
Enjoyed this how the enemy more of this, her little rescued dog, this boy.
She awakes then comes against the gate safe from rescue, more is made with joy, his in time alotted.