I am mostly vanilla. I think it is genetic. I am proud of it. And yet there is a bit of cinnamon buried at the bottom. A twisted, fiery, side of me that needs to be unleashed. In your presence I smolder just beneath the surface. Only my eyes give me away. Your ardent hand brushes against my skin, liquefying my frosty exterior. You seem unaware of
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