She-Woman, Help Me, Help You, Cry Out The Love !

Help me, help you love! Let me help, help you love! Please may I help you love, love, love!

For it's you, yes, oh yes, it's you, you, you, that's for sure! Captured by your heart of hearts that for sure, sure, sure!

Too far away from love, too many times before. Your my more, rich or poor, as self help by my-self, won't ever do, without you.

Need you she-woman, for my best one-two hit all over, like at no other time. Be mine like no one else, in wonders like of my youth. Help me, help you, so I can go deeper into you, like never before!

Your love is enough I know, for you and you alone, but mine is lacking, mine is lacking. You need some good love attacking, attacking, beyond mere attacking off key. I'm he, he, he, so please let it be, be, be.

Help me show you grace, that's kept me going, as my winds have came a different blowing. Your glowing, with love but yet lacking grace. Your working to hard, without me, and filled within, but not well without.

There's to much of you to love, for just you and you alone. Help me, help you, help love roam. In-grown, and now ready to give the out-birth burst, beyond the wombs worth alone, wombs worth alone.

Your seed has grown, your winds too have blown. My birth of man, need's to be more than man-handled by me, and me alone. I cry, I bleed, as a baby, my baby of babies, life in love more than Mother of wombs worth, in your own way.

Be alone in-in love no more. Come out of her! Your no demon! Come out of her love, love, my sweet, sweet love beyond run of the mills wombs-worth. New blood to give, new life to offer-live, beyond human give. Come, Come, Come, out of her love of my heart of new births wishes.

She-woman cries within and not without. She-woman is without her man. Man without thy child's cry, needs thy woman's voice inside, and need's to be with her in and out. Out with you love, out with you love, is my cry, longing too, too cry as you, and awaiting your touch of flesh but yet still oh so much more, oh so much more!

The cry is born, after three decades, it has laid in wait, for the cry that can only come forth upon the right man's kiss of heart's best graces. Many kisses have come forth, to "She-Woman", but none that could make her cry, beyond all love's quite nice, but yet not, so very right so as to take away the night, without animal sacrifice!

When a woman cries, it make's the man feel more alive, life unto life's new-births. The cry of the baby stays with the woman and not the man. Love from the man in fullness of life, but not able to give birth to the cry of the baby, like unto the she-woman. Two of the both different love offerings blend.

She-woman is wombed-out best to bare the first cries, that sound-out within. The babies first words are said of cry form, inform-reform of the woman's emotional understandings best.

If the man were ever able to give birth to a baby, the baby would probably come out dead in the body or after up-colonized-wombed some-how, some-way, unnatural disasters would spring forth beyond even the "dirty-diapers" best of days.

Some may venture to try perhaps, and I guess it would have to make it's escape, quite quickly above the frontal-wombs-norms-best-offerings, of the she-woman. Wouldn't you be forced to come out extra quick out the back, as perhaps you know what may be more than following you? This is child of baby abuse!

He has one more than enough cabooses to worry about least adding yours into more than the picture. If your still going to try to more than, "Doctor Kill-Dare It", should technology allow, "I hope that baby beats you at your own game, and he don't ever come out that route".

People do the strangest things, at times, it was said birthed-uped and out.. Even if you were to make it out, "Would you want to be known as the first, "Colonized More Than Bullied-Out, The Womb Baby"? I more than, don't think so, "Hello, and hello, and hello!"