Fuck stick
Sheerly for the fact that your tongue causes more pain than pleasure, I will break you down to mere molecules.
The fire that once burned for you will burn every horse you ride, regardless of its large stature. You’ll learn to love it.
I’ll bathe in the ashes and smile as it kills me. I love the cold.
One last choke for the road. I found myself while you were gasping for air.
