My owner bathes me after a smoke or two or three or four, and it's really neat when I come home hot and sweaty and he washes me down with hot water, then towel dries me and runs a cleaner up my airway. Then he puts me among all my friends in subdued lighting to dry down a bit- a rest really, as I am not wet.
The latakia he burns in me is the best tasting ever, and keeps his wife at bay. He takes me wherever he goes, and passes on the compliments he gets on my smell (though it usually reminds them of their gramps or an old uncle.)
Sometimes I feel like one of the sister wives, as he sometimes eyes another pipe with lust, but he treats me well, and I know I satisfy him every time. Oh, almost forgot: he uses soft butane to light my fire, and the feeling is just right, not too hot, not too cool. He really can make my ember last, and I prefer one long pulsating ember over a lot of little ones, so few relights most times.
The latakia he burns in me is the best tasting ever, and keeps his wife at bay. He takes me wherever he goes, and passes on the compliments he gets on my smell (though it usually reminds them of their gramps or an old uncle.)
Sometimes I feel like one of the sister wives, as he sometimes eyes another pipe with lust, but he treats me well, and I know I satisfy him every time. Oh, almost forgot: he uses soft butane to light my fire, and the feeling is just right, not too hot, not too cool. He really can make my ember last, and I prefer one long pulsating ember over a lot of little ones, so few relights most times.
