I've experienced the most wonderful olfactory orgasms from the freshly opened aroma of Velvan Plug,
slightly enhanced with eager anticipation triggered by the particular color of the pouch, and of such I've developed a sort of fetishist mania bordering on an orgiastic obsession of a complete communion with the stuff, nostrils flaring in ever deep breaths as I slice it up and its aromatic intensities further unfold to stuff my skull with a million fluttering butterflies all dancing upon that honey-sweet nectar glistening crystalline like a hardened heart so full of love it bleeds eternal warmth into the smokers soul and even further out than thought possible. Ahhhh. How so I enjoy my lovely little deaths with the big O that VP gives me.
Like a long lost lover forever grabbing my gonads,
I will never be released.