The vibrations of the life depicted of both male and female bodies astounded softly of near neath along forth, my friends of little, little creatures here. You can feel there of these strings build there strong and swiftly by this brave heart of Tchaikovsky, for such emotional strides unveil forevermore builds of radical dynamic love swoons along ravages deformed here never, nevermore. Here, the gold of both organisms represents the building orgasms of the fired creatures composed of soft tissues near tingling wonders here, my little mischievous tale seekers. See here the white substances aligned that is the flying ejaculation of male managing forth founded to reach there of depths astounded. Sexual relations of wheresoever may so be among any depicted soul, there, it can so be; rain of the thunders sewn here, speak now, for difference of sexual relation is that if both souls of creatures love one another deeply upon realms determined, for there, love is even greater than one can ever even so here imagine. In the end, there, this is the only reason why we are here, to have sex and pass on our genes. That is all and sadly, that is our role. A shame it is, for nothing matters at most of times it seems through these eyes of our little universe among possible trillions. Here though, my friends, there, tell of I, in your eyes, what do you here so sewn see near here.....?