Beating Of It, 'Her Heart Poem by James McLain

Beating of it, 'Her heart'
Me too she, 'both are shy.
And she, soothes me
and speaks calmly.
Bringing me the peace
I needed at her moment of my need,
she needed as well.

The outside,
of such beauty
but never, thus covered completely.

He took off my warm dress.
If you
looking through to our window
then you saw,
her take off my t-shirt
and the skirt upon me
which it leaves bound
around.
His smell
she scents of his as well.
Never in this world
but up though
and below it, i am.
Did you not...child...
also see what you saw
when slowly...
he did and it thus;
deleterious then apart
and removed were
thus the panties
which off 'love' is made,
ever 'clear transparent.
suddenly;
Her pink world falls, upon unto,
his such open psalms.
He asks about my day, of the month.
She to he, some see
each hears hot thus is bright
are the stars above him.
And at that time will she say and - may it, you will
and good night/days, 'silence,
you want it too the sky and more? - And, 'was i writing,
where she, ' it is,
evenly folded and or thoughts that you wear it.
He must be, each the rainbows.she mixed it up, '
and to she, ' he is simple, and 'said',
stopping for a moment catching because;
She drank of him and off too he never sleeps.
Her deep love of that song
and she the oceans silence,
where I, 'am good and will thus it spills
because of her...it is like
and she it opens, is slowly
and she wants and to go out side,
of it the silence.
The ink of which both, 'hath spilt,
upon sheets of yellow onion, skin paper
and probably,
she likes him better off just in case of tomorrow.
He passes over
and he says too her as he listens to her mutably.
The ocean what of the green gently muscles,
which is soft
and it moves it says...like tears getting nearer
and taste of that salt abundant, at midnight sky,
which is to each motion and being
high and below beating, beneath it, 'her heart,
and side by side with her pushing it gets it nearer
and both when in sleep, see it off, 'it is beating.