Pull my head back. Cup your palm and pace it on my forehead, pulling down, and, with the other hand (also cupping) push up on my jaw with gentle and even force. When you hear the click into place of the mechanism meant to cradle my neck gently with chrome appendages, my neck will be locked into place. Open my mouth with two digits and split the divide of my lips so that you may pour the blight, the ash and the affliction into said mouth, which is delicious.
Tell me you love me darling. Darling. Teach me through example the wonders of the pharynx, my throat passageways. Press gently (yet firmly) onto my eyes and shout in my ear. It would sound like the ocean, the noises in my ear. Lick.
[I stopped at this point to make rice]
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