Femininity... Poem by James McLain

If by me he dares play on me by my, my, my,
he by it, my female femininity also had improved!
Cutting him off by the end and
it gave me a new sense of pride of accomplishment in women!
Sunken eyes, just staring and waiting ahead of their milking!
I knew that it was time to cut one!
Be bold, be proud, are you not a woman?
His one ball by your hand, hangs apart it just hangs!
This by my will how I would treat those unable to pull out, a little bit.
He finished, creating nothing to see, nothing new!
The same blank white canvas.
I instruct the mad, pitifull beliefs go get my towel and Bowl him.
I've neutered no further use to me, to me, would he?
Undetectably, Indescribable were our feelings back when
and cutting men who at all other times,
you can now cry about women femininity also had improved!
Being cut off by his like the magician waves his wand
and it gave us a sense of pride of accomplishment as women!