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mood: into temptationsight: nodding tulips, so phallic and yet, so feminine: mapplethorpe and o'keefe collide in this perfect spring flower sound: biting into crisp, perfect apples. (click here for some stupid cupid tunes) smell: apples and caramel baking in the oven taste: the sweet brace of calvados touch:parting the pink, velvet petals in search of hidden pleasure |
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