As I survey the landscape of my life, I find that inspiration lay in abundance all around me. Yet the ferocity of my words often give pause as they wash over you. Standing barefoot on the cold concrete floor, waiting for my touch, you are on the precipice of igniting a firestorm. Clever suitors with ill fitting machismo only serve as fodder for my amusement. I need not any trappings of vigor, for it is in my soul that you will find the aroma that you seek. Step forward woman and show that you are unafraid. I shall undress you with care, and leave you with a sea of memories.
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