Pow Woodtick Pow

Prance across my stomach, with your lightest touch. Take a big juicy bite out of my boobs, wood tick man. Sure. Swirl my blood around in your little mean mouth. Take your time. Enjoy yourself, at my expense. For a second. Here is the deal. I have sensitive skin, and I will feel you rather quickly. So I will slather you in Vicks or Vaseline. You will have to pull out to breathe. And POW! That is when I will smear your bloody corpse into my Kleenex and Flush you away, delighting me greatly.