I love you - and Homonyms

Is it aloud? Eye asked.
It aught to bee. Ewe are my bell,
my suite.
And eye, your bow.
Will I need to cokes you?
You know that you are the colonel of my desire.
And I wish to bee the night of your dreams.

Butt, bear? Deer. No close?
Eye will say eye only if ewe seed to being scene first.
Was her reply.

In turn eye said,
Eye will peal to my waste
as you weight your thyme
to bear your braw
and then the peeks your braw encloses.
They are a site I long to sea.

Now please dew **** be ruff with the pear ewe sea,
said she.

Replied eye,
Eye will need with care
and then bear the font of my seamen.
As ewe watch it raze,
As it becomes groan,
Will ewe unvale the veil of your sects?
Will ewe make shear my view of your wring of pleasure?

There was nothing chili in her response,
Said she,
Eye will.
So we to can become won.

Had eye herd correctly?
Was she to be the heroin of my erotic desires?
Would her idol eyelet become the hostile for my massed;
the lei around my missal;
the willing recipient for my milky lode?
Would this made bee lane and shortly maid and soon merried to bee my manor's made?
My life's mews?

Asked eye,
Will ewe titan
will ewe pincer,
as my aero of timbre,
of would,
As my poll plums
and augurs its way?

WIll you pore freely,
From that which I have pride?

As my pries was exposed,
its sighs, elicited size,
she staired,
her offal reaction,
showed her desire was true.

Eye was surprised by
her balled sects, bear of hare,
and could bearly wait
to berry, to birth,
my ore
at her pier,
in her fisher,
its rightful hanger for my plain.

At this point much had we disgust,
but phew things had we dun.
And my desire was becoming dyer.

Eye thought, eye have chaste her,
now that eye have caught her,
Would eye find her chased?

Would this be the way to her hart?

Would my steak
brews her,
cause her pane,
or cause her to sore?

Would we be in sink?

Would she caul in joy?
Would there be ooze and owes?
Would there be please for more?
Would she have side in fulfillment?
Would she have whaled in joy?

Would she cantor in pleasure?
And if yes, in what cored.

Would we seer each other in hour desire?

It was a chants eye was willing to risk.

And after, would we dual, doughs having dun what we had?
We would have certainly urned that repose.

Ah, but alas, here eye must paws,
not to overdue this tail,
this tune,
this righting
of wee too in love,
teaming as it is with teasing word play.

(it IS beginning to pane) --

So the fax were these:
Wee, a pear.
Bear.
Ridden and road.
(We did not roux.)
Saled forth.
Soul mates and sole mates.
On a knew faze of our relationship.