i have to admit, i have retracted my position on *******;
quiet frankly? my ***** starting aching,
            and they turned into the size of peanuts from
all the concentrated fluid in them; and that happens,
  when you go dry for a month... and by then it's not a case
of pleasure (or some fetish)... but rather to ease the pressure;
and it has to happen at some point... which is why i think
celibacy is a farce... it's unavoidable as a woman
experiencing her period... it just has to happen... once a month...
and it's not related to pleasure, as such...
         it's just a biological cycle... and the stuff that comes
out?            slightly canary tinged...
                 by the way... did you know that penetrating
a woman on her period (wearing a ******), can actually
alleviate her pains? and if you're trying for children?
          **** her on her period, wearing a ******,
   and when she's off it... ******* into her...
         chance are, she probably, just might, become pregnant.
well, i don't know, that's what happened to me it seems,
i was hard at work on an industrial sized roof
and she calls me up and she says: i think i'm pregnant.
is this were descartes comes in, to let me know what
you're thinking... or feeling?
                      if she said: i feel i'm pregnant...
          i wouldn't go all "autistic" ape-**** on her associating
what i deemed to be thinking.
          oh she could move for her ex-boyfriend from st. petersburg
to edinburgh... but she couldn't move from edinburgh to
            the outskirts of london for me...

anyway, apologies for the long italic introduction,
and the subsequent shorter "poem".
          now, there are three tiers of liquid amber,
there's whiskey... there's bourbon... and there's brandy,
              or for puritan sensibility, otherwise known as *cognac -
and you drink the last example of amber, warm,
      in a bell shaped glass, which you hold with your
hand tucked beneath the bell shape, with the glass' foot
lodged in between your middle and ring fingers...
      again, that's a puritan / orthodox way of drinking
the amber...
       but i have another, for one, i can't disrespect brandy...
i still drink her like i might a whiskey, with ms. pepsi...
the only difference?      freshly squeezed lemon
               added to the mix; obviously ice-cubes...
      but if you're going to mix brandy with ms. pepsi?
    lemon juice.