Expansion Day ~

“EXPANSION.” a poem a.k.a.: “I’m Swell [ing].” September 21, 2019 (Saturday)

I want my boobies to expand, beyond all reason,

So I can titillate T -m -ious & Gig g les in and out of Season;

I want EXPANSION beyond mortal man’s,

Comprehension or Imagination – I wanna do: “The All-Inclusive Boobie Danse.”

Let them grow, pregnant or not;

I want them HUGE, more than I’ve got;

MORE THAN EVEN I CAN IMAGINE.

I wanna be DIANA or HELEN or HERA of Legen[d].

I want them to grow and MAKE every (thing) body else grow TOO;

BIG HUGE ENORMOUS (hu-mon-gous) for me and you,

AND HER & HIM & US & GOD.

I want Breasts Enormous, really weighing down my bod,

Into The Earth, Into The Center,

Of EXISTENCE, and you shall enter,

Me through every aper-ature, luscious and sweet;

Breasts, Boobies, Titties; comeOn, Don [Trump] gimme “a tweet,”

APOLOGIZING FOR WHAT YOU ‘VE SAID OR DONE TO FEMININE ME;

Then, I MIGHT offer you some amazingly scrumptious tit- ty.

To nourish you and heal your mind, moreOrLess per-man-ent-ly;

(An’ you might a ALSO get to shake a me tree).

Gather this nectar, from the best reservoirs around,

WITHIN THEM THE NECTAR OF THE GODS DOTH ABOUND.

Break down your barriers, Mr. President, as my boobs (knock everything down) (do) swell,

ToAmazingProportions,

I, WOMAN (with bigOl’Boobies)

FEEL

SO

WELL.

fin ♥