I want to lick on remui hakaru armpits.
I want to lick the [Del] button.
I want to lick you in the boxing ring; not by use of my tongue, but by use of my fists, in the manner of confrontational and victoarious pugilism. This implies my roal as a boxer, since the implication is soa clear, I feel noa need to admit it, except in this bit, which is a soart of meta-admission, moar on the oarder of explaining why I did not need to explain.