i want to attack your heart with a trench knife jack and nail it to a plaque by a two-timing tack. i wish you had more in your chest, so i could pierce through your rack with a sodomizing seax and make this smut duck quack. with a sunder and a smack, i will throw you on your back, and smile at your smile and the reaction you lack. lash, lash, lash. contrary to fact, your fictitious tales and whore-monger sales result in your deserving crack, crack, cracks. once your skin fails to be intact, and you are inept to physically attract, i promise to stop this dismembering act. you owe me nothing.
ps. sorry about that. i take it all back.