For many years ("slow eons"), the speaker has considered himself-herself to be both male and female, yet, paradoxically, neither sex. The "you" to wh...om the poem is addressed is the narrator's own anima, for it is the anima, I believe, that the male-to-female transsexual projects as his-her desire to become female (or, rather, shemale, for the shemale, as I understand and portray such a figure, wishes to retain his-her male genitals, but, at the same time, to acquire the secondary sexual. Ihr beginnt euch innig zu küssen und sie greift deinen Kopf. Was für ein Kuss der auf einmal unterbrochen wird als du die dicke Eichel an deinem Anus spürst. Nein nicht da, willst du noch hervorstöhnen aber Ines ihr griff wird fester. Dann ohne weiter Rücksicht drückt er seinen dicken Schwanz in dich herein und dein Körper bäumt sich auf. Der dicke Schwanz dehnt deine Rosette und dein Körper zuckt unkontrolliert. Stück für Stück dringt er tiefer in dich ein und dir bleibt die Luft für einen. Talk to you then.”Love Ken and Sarah Jane.”The tears started again, as Mom and I exchanged places, letting me hold my grieving Mother-in-law. She laid her head on my shoulder as I rubbed her back.“Sarah, I know you still cared for him – it’s all right, I did too,” I said. “Do you want to go back to Columbus for anything?”“N-n-n-No Charles, there’s only grief there, just hold me – you are the only man ... who has never left me. I still remember that morning you first walked into the kitchen. I. Uuuhhhh…’ I kept moaning… on his relentless hammering …in that uncommon posture…‘So is your hybrid carrot yaar…for sure, my wife’s vaginal diameter will be increased by couple of centimetres…’my hubby returned Madhu’s compliment… ‘…what a shameless set of hubbys we have Vakula…’ I remarked in mock disgust… ‘…thanks for using plural… Sandhya darling…’ said Madhu and went on… unable to contain myself, I threw my hands backwards…caught Madhu’s hair…pulled his face on to mine and kissed him hard…to.