do i seriouslly have to be
angry, given, this
beauty of a feast at nearing 5am?
oh i can imagine
a ****, like eating an oyster:
but then...
      then again:
  this is the part where i: mmm mmm,
and refrain from moaning.

(

aftertaste?
          goryczka...
                  hops...
                   but oysters
and female genitals are the closest
i've ever come to a zenith...
    not in a phobic: disgust comparison...
     i have an example
of myself eating an actual flower...

    so...
   honest to god,
where

                     (

  began, is where it should have ended.