This is Some Bosom

This is some bosom
The outline of her tits make me go bonkers to claim the sight of her bare breasts. The undershirt makes quite certain the poetic size of those beauties, fit only to be fondled nay, groped and squeezed by none but I.
I can only think of dunking my face into her bosom while I unbotton her pants to my throbbing and rising expression of love, thick and erect in state, I’ll make love to her like Cupid resurrect!
The view of her arse from the ophthal behind, beautiful and bountiful, fully satiates at once the desire to behold beauty. In the same eyeful catch, also excites every nerve and organ to the level of a horse having caught a mare’s sight. Such a nymph she is when clothed full, one shudders to think what I could do whence I arrive at an opportunity so good as to behold her buttocks in my palms. Like Jesus from his grave rise, my organ of love- cocked with blood and excitement- enraged by beauty and desire, bound yet by misfortune and luck bald.
shall with license obtained, act and put to shame all mankind in the joyous art of coitus. Rising like the son of God, having gained glory in the face of blighted amour- validated by the beauty so incomparable that cucks the chisel of the Gods.
Heaven quakes and trembles when her moans traverse the waves, roaring like the waves hitting the beach (sic) engulfed with pleasure and bliss overcome the agony and lack of the female embrace.