Poem: You're Growing WombOfWisped Womaning Me Free, Ye to Free Free Free of Me... O Soft All This I Kiss CompeteFull for You sans Me

 NancyCleftForMe, distantly, distantly fully free from me,
compersion immersion creates in me, deeply deeply, by wholesoul'd thought of Thee,

the SISSY...

In imagination's wide cumulus.cloudy Room, some soft spectre, not-quite-womb
blooms: 'tis my hope.maybe.you Do; the satiscifice to feel you feel
WomanWeal with cis man NotMe atop You 'neath so sweet and Then

Amen the Happy End :-)

wise and woman'd wanted; O O Climactic Volcano Multiply I fancy
Nancy Loved weekends weekdays the Pussy said to play
catches to clutch-biz; that makes Womb and Tits I grow show me to grow

ETERNALLY ABIDINGLY I BOND BINDINGLY TO THEE

...Then milk my-miracle like AceOfSpades to adore on Thee ;-)

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