PROSEPOEM in Total Compersion-4-Nancy-Hunter, FrancisDaughter, AliceDaughter of St. Louie :-)
Nancy.Nancy.... You know by now, know all-too-well that of the terrible silence from the moment 2024.3.13, these loggings of web-logs/blogs have been (sometimes screaming PleaseSpeakAgain) love letters oft taking the form of love-poems, for I SingOnTheInside from puberty and the long thence when my tits grew to this 'D'd right?' on my chest where my bosom clearly and with more'n more clearing becomes my Libido... NOW I must in a felt Pure Compersion try to utter this: there has been something so so Perfect about the How I love and will love and have loved you since on say the second ThursdayJuly2022 (Circle whose center-of-circle let me see a woman seeming like me, but sad unglad and as I hiking this Continent LONELY...) WHAT needs saying now, to TheOne UR, Nancy, is that I simply know nothing but mental projection, imagining, about your life now, but the Fanciful for Nancy in-me wants U loved, and let you know that for the long-foreseeables, U will be Yes TheOne, and ...