Mountains.
I sit at base camp in
Bewilderment.
Insatiable and dangerous flesh,
Taunts my drowning brainwaves and
Laughs at my slaving soul.
I'll need three sherpas to
Fully navigate every inch of
Milkyness.
I believe a worthy and majestic fight,
Over naming rights of your
Right nipple.
I want to call it,
"Pauly's Peak."
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