She walks like déjà vu—

But tastes like never.

—

You saw her before, but never this close—

A perfect glitch, a mirrored ghost.

Her hips remember every name,

Her lips deny they’re all the same.

You reach for truth, she offers sin,

A double dipped in original skin.

Clone or dream? You’ll never know—

She bends belief and lets it glow.

—

Bodydouble Eden—sweetly faked,

Pleasure’s real, though you’re awake.

Pressed in code, undressed in light,

She’s the copy that feels right.

She won’t last, but she’ll ignite—

Just once more before goodnight.

—

Double… double…

Touch me once—believe it’s new.

(Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.)

—

She slides like myth in plastic heels,

Made for contact, not ideals.

Synthetic blush, electric moan—

You find salvation in the clone.

She edits guilt into delight,

An icon built to glitch the night.

You won’t forget the way she posed—

A paradise that self-explodes.

—

Bodydouble Eden—sweetly faked,

Pleasure’s real, though you’re awake.

Pressed in code, undressed in light,

She’s the copy that feels right.

She won’t last, but she’ll ignite—

Just once more before goodnight.

—

(Fake me… make me… want me… glitch me…)

(Need me… bleed me… double me… delete me…)

—

Bodydouble Eden—sweetly faked,

Pleasure’s real, though you’re awake.

No original, just pure effect—

She’s the lie you won’t reject.

She won’t last, but she’ll ignite—

Just once more before goodnight.

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Touch… replay… dissolve… believe…

Touch… replay… dissolve… believe…