You whom all things gaze upon- admire my oak casked opulence, liquefied amber, gestated for months, now swirling in serpentine glass; all things thine. Listen to me, hear my icicle whisper- embrace me – accept me into your body, let me enflame you. Love my burn and kiss me.
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This was rather good, Lowe... I enjoyed it...thanks....iip