Finer cushions cemented by muscles, wrapped by lustrous flesh on your chest.
A real nymph crafted by genuine beauty.
You as an imagination resigns fantasy to rest;
In the wilderness space, your presence covers the empty.
Regalness sold for your maidens, behind you they ginger gods.
Celestial beauty on an earthling, not fair yet fairest of them all.
The Houri, your glimpse I desire, for you I'll will force perpetual respire.





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