Fatal Attraction
Temperature is rapidly changing. What was once filled with beauty, and colorful birds singing into- wait.
I can't talk about gum drops and halo's. It's not my style. I prefer to look at a darker shade of perfection. One where overgrown meadows are filled with a milky, dark purple haze that obscures all of the dangerous predators of the night. The kind of beauty that whispers "temptation" into the cool air, and seems to lure you in with every bittersweet caress. The epitome of desire that lingers in your bones as temptation, once again, wins.
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