Please stop!! Intelligence (and particularly the mastery of the English language is my kryptonite and I fear I may fall in love with you or at least be drawn into your orbit in a bromance-ish sort of way. Anyone who has taken my mother tongue to a level of fluency and skill will always retain a special place within my heart. Very few achieve mastery which requires a number of years of extensive language study or reading, a phenomenally broad knowledge of vocabulary and the many exceptions to grammatical rules that are sometimes a seen as a pestilence...
Jokes aside mate, if the written word is not an important or primary aspect of your career, then you have pursed the wrong vocation in life.
You are being very hard on yourself. Please feel free to indulge any wordsmithery you feel like. It wont look insignificant, vacuous, banal or rubbish. It will show the good-natured enjoyment and cultural reference points which many enjoy... "...the first female Sara has spotted her first male and her smooth mimsie is now dripping like a broken fridge. Her friend Jade has began twatting her minge something rotten with a bunch of Ragworts she found earlier in a forest clearing. The stalks of the Ragworts are rubbed furiously back and forth across Jade's mingeflaps until her Iodine-tinged sappy cunt-perfume attracts another male who has unleashed his throbbing fudsplitter and is oiling the throbbing head of it with some sticky Pine Sap. Meanwhile Sara has the first male's meat in her mouth and is fellating his beefy fuckpiston like a well-oiled piece of female machinery. Nature in her full glory here. Jade has laid the second male's engorged and shining phallus between her firm jugs and is lathering them up with handfuls of her cuntjuice. You can see the sunlight glisten off her tits and his cock as he pumps those diddies like a powerful thrusting beam engine, his massive helmet bouncing off her chin and lips and sometimes sliding into her eager female mouth. Her splinge is seeping juice like a gravel lorry stopped at a set of traffic lights. As if by telepathy both males flip the females onto all fours and slide their meaty shafts up to the hilt in their hungry, silken cunts. Their hairy bollocks rattle off Sara and Jade's pishflaps in perfect synchronisation. This is the annual mating ritual in full robust flow. To the side of the clearing we see half a dozen more males, their firm penises proudly aloft, foreskins retracted and their glistening helmets keen to feel the taught stretch and parting of the female's eager quims..."
Jokes aside mate, if the written word is not an important or primary aspect of your career, then you have pursed the wrong vocation in life.
Always a pleasure!