The waves your chassis takes to twists around my heart is the most genius form of suffocation I have ever experienced. The tighter you become the less will I have to survive. The sapidity of cherry fizz blood between my teeth, the salt cube tears and charismatic conflict become my favorite sensations of gratification and horror. I lay – I cry – I avow. Crumble me for your appetite. I am the chattel of pleasures, I do not believe in anything but this blissful bribery bubble you have blown around me.