Ib m the taste you crave when the world goes quiet, smooth, sweet, and a little dangerous.My caramel skin catches the moonlight, but itb s my eyes that pull you deeper, promising things you wonb t find in the daylight. Ib m not waiting, Ib m the moment you canb t stop chasing, the secret you donb t want anyone to know.
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