When you see him---shoeless, shirtless, clad in
baggy dress slacks and semi-sheer socks---you
believe you can feel the sweetness beginning to
confect in your core---preparing for launch on
seven surges, to achieve splashdown's delivery
(without the inhibitions imposed by prudes and haters)
wherever and in whatever way he is eager to receive it:
and, believe me, he is delightedly eager to receive it.
J-Called