O, faire l’amour mein lieben
under the starlit apartment ceiling
I’m hairy naked with your skin so fair
I look at you with hungry eyes
just to realize I am a mess worse than a Kitchen Nightmare
And there is no Gordon Ramsay ballsy enough to fix my mental barriers
So I,
apologize
apologize
apologize
apologize
apologize
apologize
apologize
I apologize my construct of a personality
I apologize to my loose erotic inhibitions
I apologize for having a face
I apologize, I apologize
Pain drips off the walls ecstatic
the grief strikes my brain with a hammer
with twice the strength
each second
I apologize some more
it makes me feel powerful
I am erect
I feel like I could kill
I penetrate my apologies
I cum and smear my semen over regret
The room stinks of hate and plague
and I apologize
I apologize,
apology accepted.
Helsinki Poet 
Very nice work, I’m not sure if I want to cry or smile right now!
You should cry and bottle the tears just so you can smile at the bottle later!!