She Is Beautiful Poem by James McLain

As she for me
now, she how permits me,
as for the side which loves
and our windows are opened, with curly black hair
where i moved her chest, the covers of the curtain
under her panties, where she is loved and her i am long
and in those kisses, their the air of quiet is morning
look at the soft eye, of the milky brown 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 moves
as a voice for me, who am she loved, swelling passion
spilling as for the green peacock of me, who fills her up
and my sea, which is loved her, Entering it loves
and i, who come and move aside the panties, wet with love
being here, me/we us and them, who i am, loved we are loving.