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Grace in a Sari
The pallu flows as you move
The sound of the tinklets
With every bouncy step you take,
Making my heart skip a beat.
Every step you take towards me
My eyes behold and glisten
With raw passion, unabashedly.
Our eyes meet, and your lips
Quiver slightly, and part to suck
My breath away.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
The sound of the tinklets
With every bouncy step you take,
Making my heart skip a beat.
Every step you take towards me
My eyes behold and glisten
With raw passion, unabashedly.
Our eyes meet, and your lips
Quiver slightly, and part to suck
My breath away.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
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