Torrefy

Torrefy

From Dictionary.com:

1. To subject to fire or intense heat

2. In pharmacology, to dry or parch drugs with heat

3. To roast, as metallic ores

 

With this the creme broulee I have made for you I give to you my everlasting devotion and affection.  With this--wait for it now--I commit myself to you fully and completely.  With this--no, seriously, look: I've got the blow torch and everything.  This is gong to be bomb, just hang on a second--with this sweet confection I submit unto you my entire life.  Of course I'm going to be careful.  Christ I'm not a complete idiot, ok WOAH.  Heh heh.  Hey, it's fine.  Look: this little knob here, I just twist it and down goes the flame.  No big deal.  It's fine.  Ahem.  This tiny flame is but a fraction of the passion burning inside me, the passion I have for you and you alone.  Are you ready for this, babe?  Check it: just like at the restaurant.  Heh heh.  Will you look at that?  That is a thing of beauty right AW FUCK.  Shit fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck that fucking hurt.  Well I'm sorry I got it on your shoes.  I fucking burned my hand here.  SHIT.  Who cares about your shoes anyway.  Ohh yes.  Yes of course this all comes back to you being right and me being wrong.  Yes, yes, yes of course.  Fuck.  You know what this comes fucking back to?  Me being romantic as shit and you being n ungrateful frigid COW.  Oh shit I need to run this under some cold water or something.  Honey.  Aw honey.  Babe.  baby.  I'm sorry.  Don't cry.  Don't cry, baby.  There's no need to cry.  I didn't mean those things.  You now I didn't.  I love you, baby.  This just--this really fucking hurts.  No, I know, sweetpea.,  I know.  But a man gets burned and he's going to say all sorts of crazy shit.  It's the pain talking, baby, that's all.  I'm sorry.  It's ok.  No, I'm sorry about your shoes.  I really like those shoes.  You know I do.  Haven't I told you how great they make your ass look?  And you're definitely not a bitch.  Or a cow.  I know I didn't call you a bitch, but I just wanted you to know you're not one of those either.  Or frigid.  You're like the opposite of frigid.  You're like...you're like this blow torch here, babe.  You're hot and bright.  Of course I'm not going to turn it back on.  I'm not--Jesus babe I'm just waxing fucking poetic here for you.  I'm not going to AW FUCK.