Peel off them socks there, chum, and put yer feet up and smell the scented candle. Yup, that’s lavender fire. Those sounds? Whales making love deep in the ocean blue. That soft light? The reflected souls of children dreaming captured in crystals and hung ’round the chamber. These hands you feel are coated in the oil of virgins. These sensations you feel are the lithe fingers on those oily hands exploring your stink toes. And yes, those are emotions that are being kneaded into your callouses. Soon, you will experience yourself melting, like cheese on God’s nachos. And then you will really know motherfucking relaxation.
the Leather Douche 