In the moonlit glow of a starry night,
She moves with grace, a siren’s light,
Her eyes, like lotus blooms,
so wise, Speak volumes in a world of sighs.
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Her curves, a sculptor’s dream refined,
Hips swaying with a rhythm unconfined,
Each step a dance upon life’s stage,
Her beauty, the words of a poet’s page.
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Giggles, a melody soft and sweet,
Naughtiness that makes hearts beat,
Dark black silk cascading down,
A crown of night, her hair’s renown.
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A blouse, a tease, so daringly low,
Silk saree, sheer, a delicate show,
Breasts, pointed, a goddess’s art,
A marvel that stirs every heart.
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Rosy cheeks, with a blush divine,
Elongated lips, with a silent sign,
Whispers of kisses in the air,
A call to love, a bold affair.
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Her eyes, a canvas of desire’s dreams,
Sparkling with wisdom’s ancient gleams,
Each gaze a journey to realms unknown,
Where fantasies and truths are sewn.
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Her walk, a rhythm, a poet’s muse,
Curves that the moon’s light woos,
Hips like waves in a gentle sea,
A dance of life’s pure ecstasy.
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Her laughter, a siren’s song,
Drawing hearts in a throng,
Naughtiness that lights the night,
A beacon of joy, pure and bright.
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Hair, dark silk, a cascade of night,
Flowing like dreams in the soft moonlight, Falling over her back, a mystic veil,
A story of beauty, a whispered tale.
Blouse, a whisper of what lies beneath,
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Saree, a veil that the night bequeaths,
Breasts, like peaks, daringly poised,
A marvel of creation, beauty’s voice.
Cheeks, a garden of roses in bloom,
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Lips, an invitation, banishing gloom,
A promise of love in their sweet curve,
A siren’s call that makes hearts swerve.
Her skin, a canvas, smooth and fair,
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A touch of silk, beyond compare,
Each inch a tale of nature’s art,
A masterpiece that captures hearts.
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Her scent, a blend of flowers and spice,
A fragrance that makes sense entice,
In her presence, the world fades away,
Leaving just the night and her display.
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Her movements, fluid, like a stream,
Flowing gracefully, a living dream,
Every gesture, a poem in motion,
Stirring hearts with deep emotion.
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Her voice, a melody, soft and clear,
Whispering secrets for only love to hear,
Each word a note in a lover’s song,
Echoing in hearts where she belongs.
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She is creation’s finest lore,
A beauty that one can’t ignore,
In every glance, in every sigh,
She is the dream where desires lie.
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RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM ,INDIA
Mail ID : rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
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