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within his arms she roars.

Her eyes burn like fire,
Upon his yearnings desire,
As they enter a loom,
Across the room like ,
flowers in full bloom,
Alluring gestures,
Her strong lips,
awaiting his kiss,
The very essence of bliss,
His eyes appealing,
her wish ,
As they consciously,
cross the floor ,
Hearts beatings score ,
Wanting more,
Approaching soar,
Within his arms she roars,
Taking this conversation,
To privacy,
Behind closed doors.

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Ravindra Kumar

Wow,.."Her strong lips, awaiting his kiss, The very essence of bliss, His eyes appealing, her wish,"..magnetic power of love attracting each other...beautiful,..I like the motif...with sincere mood..xx Ravindra Kumar xx

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Nardine,

Very alluring, amazing, My vote

Her strong lips,
awaiting his kiss,
The very essence of bliss,
His eyes appealing,
her wish ,
As they consciously,
cross the floor ,
Hearts beatings score ,
Wanting more,

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Dearest Williamsji, thank you kindly sir, much love to you, your friend Nardine xoxo

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Hendriette Lynne

You make me salute you even more. much respect and love for your writing. Nardine you are the best!<3 you

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