A Truth, I send Her.

A love Poem

 I see the world as an evolving creation,

and know I have easily been given to many temptations.

I am female by persuasion,

having scruples to incarnate into her flesh sending her.

She is Mrs. Popish, she is my mentor and my parent,

I am obedient as she considers how my sexuality shall be expressed.

in innocence, I almost sense Mrs.Popish's a*****e wiggle

and instill in me the intention of my behavior,

That one day her a*****e will wiggle and almost giggle with s**t and pee,

thinking of the life I lived for her.

I curl in her lap,

a little sore from masturbation wishing to experience her a******s tituary contractions,

I am whole in sending her,

Mr's Popish may decide to affirm my intention

and refer to me as her send.

Her wisdom teaches me to let her a*****e,

become for me an experience, strength and hope.

As she s***s and pees my spiritual life is born,

I have an emotional recovery.

In the way of my Dowry's innocence,

It pleases Mrs' Popish when I swallow a man's shaft,

believing once in a male order.

In a world filled with light and dark,

I am inclined to try fewer things,

to understand  that to spend each moment of breathe,

in all that her a*****e contains is profound, 

and speaks to women and sisters in a way that is gifted.

Mr's Popish owns me I am the girl she conceives profusely,

the perfume from her arm pits have filled my nostrils, and taste buds with Aphrodisac.

There is never a moment that an elixir or a different staple is required.

Mrs Popish s***s and pees,

I move from the dark into the light of her celestial body,

and am comforted to experience her a*****e as my mortality 

Mr's Popish s***s and pees.