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