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An Opulent Devotion
In moonlit kitchens, secrets start to spill,
soft whispers curling with the scent of cream. Our shadows blur; they bend to our sweet will, in ecstasy that only we could dream.
Like velvet...
soft whispers curling with the scent of cream. Our shadows blur; they bend to our sweet will, in ecstasy that only we could dream.
Like velvet...
