sleep on soft cheeks

"Spit sir spit.."

"Oh this tastes awful!"

"This sir, is the reason that i implore you to spit.."

"but you must realize, if i spit the taste will be gone. Long long gone but something wrong wrong wrong, a hmph and a wretch could not touch but a vast memory fading from this mouth of mine. Buckled or inclusive, lacking in ravage or the grace of touch from Nike or Mother Mary herself the forceful and rejecting nature of the action and emisis brings just a cavity that you see sir, i am just deathly afraid.."

"But sir, the taste clearly brings you displeasure does it not?"

"I sit in the water and i feel the water lap lap lap against my skin. Perhaps you do not like the water drowning man. Perhaps it brings to you only pain, the absence of what we both behold and rejoice in, lap lap lapping against our skin. you will never drown dear friend if you do not put your feet in, no lap lap lapping against your skin.. But ey, a gift for you, a friendly fist to your skin skin skin. feel that same cavity fill and flow warm and then cold, bitter and real like the iron bars which never break or bend. Do you sense the taste good friend?"

"Blech, i must recoil! This terrible taste sir, i must spit sir spit!"