My mouth, my mind, and my very soul cry out for very different things entirely. You are not wrong to assume that my sweetness arrives via other avenues. You are a most clever thing, to be sure.
And is that not the thing? There was no man in my head before, but I was, before, another man. A man with influence of a separate character. And try as you might to pick and prod, you will not find me and I will not surrender to the poking, probing finger of a curious subject.