Verge of the Tip in a Black Hole Mouth

thus I define every single gush of pleasure and every single plunge of pain as I walk through the hawking medley of this foolish struggle> the garish shrieks of an unworldly ecstasy spurt out of my vocisac while the verge of tip is lost in a block hole mouth> and letting not the world of skirts lose its hope on the neutered kind> here I stand> with no way to say that I remain in love and in ecstasy> in pain and in abuse> of myself> losing the verge of the tip in a black hole mouth.