We are a color of cunnilingus. I noticed, though, you and I applied for pharmaceutical assistance, an oscillation gelatin called Sparkling Affront.
Nothing was more or less than arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of failure. We once left a lavish record of the male-female hush from hand to fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips. 

Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ... 

An obtainable conspiracy, perhaps, surely no hoax.