Brothertiger – Wind at my Back

“She is consuming fire” he told me,

“and I have been scorched – oh, so often”

I sympathised; she had urged me on in love making with a hairbrush, but with him it had been a dog-whip, and he was a frail sort of a fellow, you know.

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