It Is Why She Is So Beautiful Poem by James McLain

it is why she is so beautiful and why should i not,
look at the soft eye, of the milky brown thus 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 it moves
as a voice for me, who am i, she loved, swelling passion
spilling as for the green peacock of me, who fills her up
and my sea, which it loved is her, Entering it loves
and i, who comes and move aside the panties, wet with love
being here, me/we us and them, who i am,
loved off both and we are loving, who we are and loving.