So humid like the inside of your mouth, in the same exact places.
How is it that this seems to happen over night?
I'm not a grimy human being.
Hygiene is the closest thing I have to a religion.
It's time for a washing.
P.S. I write a lot of poems about my *****. They are very near and dear to me. Don't hate, appreciate, ruminate, metriculate down there and do a good washing yourself.
"We need to maintain our nether regions for the sake of posterity."