LoveLetter to Nancy Hunter, Who Loves and Gets Loving

 I cannot, will not, embitter: should there be any level of anger/feeling-wronged when I have NOT been wronged only poisons "my song," which song is love...

The love for Nancy Hunter, of sort so close to what my soul wants, but by no force, no 'grabbing' can obtain/get/keep by any antagonism just will NOT moreover make me the-whom I wannabe...

She, the Fluffy Flower, the Wildflower, Nancy has chosen a 'distance', maybe tho' definable-in-some-soft-sweet-ways convoluted, STILL as it is, WOW, hit now, hit then, from and of My Free Woman is will-be long-has-been 2me simply as one appreciates a Great Art, needs no 'curating' as one would do comparably in gardening... In point-fine, Nancy Hunter curates me, by which I mean that the not-too-nursingly-loving she does to me, hit on hit, makes but only ever-deepening OK-appreciating ;-) LOVE PURE LOVE indeed!!!

I do feel now that when She Nancy makes a wee showing--a 'hit'-- never too blatant, that-- I feel a great swirl of renewed and always-increasing admiration, rather a feeling that such an awareness of FluffyFlower hint hint hint suffices fills me with feeling thrilling O-She-Nancy-is-Wondrous!!! I must be honest: these tid-bit glimpses of the Nancy so totally loved stays me and from that dynamic station the 'songs/lyric.loves' come out ;-)

IT CANNOT BE THAT SHE-- SO GENTLY BEAUTIFUL SO MANY WAYS-- CAN I ALLOW TO BE UN-LOVED BY NOW OF THIS HALF-YEAR SILENCE...

WHILE I CANNOT HEED-- ANY MORE NON-EVIDENCED A CONTENTION-- TO FEEL SURE SHE HAS A MAN-NOT-ME TO LOVE HER, AND FOR THAT SENSE MY PROJECTIVE ELEMENT OF MIND THENCE FEELS GOOD-- BUT NOT IN A SURETY THAT A SCIENTIST-ME WOULD ACCEPT BUT WOW IT DOES FEEL GREAT TO IMAGNINE (AND ALL 'TIS IS IMAGINATION) THAT SHE HAS FOUND BONDING-TOWARD-PERMANENT LOVE WITH A MAN OF COLOUR-BLAK...Fond thought of great libidinal energy to me, a sex now hottest in my tits ;-)

I love You, Nancy Hunter, the sweetness I feel I shall make to stay, calling the passion for You and Your Lov`ed Lovers as I do now...COMPERSION. This is the love for me now that 'tastes' so sweet to my soul, makes me Whole, gives me to feel more and more healed.

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