Cool breeze playing with her hair,
Droplets of rain like colourful pearls,
White sands kissing her feet,
She walks in beauty carved to perfection.
I hold her hand; I smell her scent,
Drawn by instinct; I pull and bend,
Tasting her lips so full and sweet,
Filling with desire the man beneath.
Soft skin i touch; a delicate moan,
Silent whispers and a whimsical tone,
She smiles at me with those secretive eyes,
And hints at mischief the mysterious child.
We gaze together at the moonlit night,
We measure the horizons and the infinite,
Atlast she falls beside my rest,
And heaves a sigh; with her head on my chest!
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