I am the preliminary tension of illusory intuition.
A sensual allusion within the balance of composition, evolving on the skin with multiple visions.
Prelude, momentum, anticipation… surprise! The air grows charged.
Like a flare, a fruity bite of summer—warm, creamy, soft, and vibrant.
It projects into the air—woody, lasting, velvety, and stimulating.
Uninhibited, like an amber apparition, it becomes the trigger for an impertinent reaction.
A game of high vibration—beware, every exhalation leads to temptation!