Oh, pon farr. How I love you, pon farr.
You make the simplest, everyday occurrences seem like a sweaty, sexy, vigorous lube-and-friction-contortion-extreme-gonzo-p****graphic photo shoot. And lots of naked-idity. And that musky scent.
And that's what it's like to go grocery shopping with me right now.
Oh, pon farr.
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