Thus It Is 'You' My Requiem..2 Poem by James McLain

Eyes so tempting and attracting.
Hair soft, length, silky, pulled apart completely.
So nice and adorable nose.
Lips curvy and sexy
and so good to embrace on several occasions.
Ears right,
just to nibble and use the loops mine ear most expensive.
The blouse again modified the tonality and- eye- is bronzed.
Round centres, smoothes, hot, full deeply of spirit.
Tightened nipples, company, hardened at the point
of that explosion.
The company of belly or the grease of the baby,
right just for kisses of butterfly and buttered wings.
Navel bored with a small bell or a balancing jewel
doing you the glance more trying.
Weapon thin but modified the tonality.
Hands with covered fingers pink rings of all the kinds.
Creamy thighs and milky company so that the children rebound
on and on - so that I seize above.
Large hips so that the children can come at the time.
Large legs in short shorts, heels, to precipitate sexy shorts well equiped.
Feet and toes also holding of the rings and tattooings here and there so much enough.
The so wet language and awaking,
with Juste a flick or licks your lips.
Company the moon, bubble formed, and so hard not to touch.
Express the husky every funny hour but when your serious.
Occupy you of pointed, smart and thus as intelligent, of sensual, erotic, each one is mischievous,
charms, idiotic, and most certainly full with the fair moments.
Your pocket secret wet, hot, sticking, tight, and palpitating for me. Draining our batteries of cellphones completely right to speak and hear voices of each one.
Hours of expenditure on speaking on the line,
about no end, on and on amussed white dove a messenger.
My light in l' eternal darkness.
My force for when I cannot continue.
My wisdom for a better judgement,
for a priest i am not nor wish to be.
My happiness when I drown in the pain.
My joy of faith,
when I have missed all hope.
My answered prayer.
My calm when I am annoyed.
My dream comes true. My inspiration. My desire.
My love. Your quiver never went away I went.
And is.' This my last poetry of love', for you I write herein.
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