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This is what you crave but can't have: Me, naked under the steam, washing my curves while you squirm. My makeup stays flawless because I said so and my body? Off limits. Watch the water roll off my tattoos, my petite frame taunting you as I towel dry. Imagine the scent of my soap, the sound of my sighs too bad you'll never experience it. Stay locked stay frustrated.