*In the style of poetry, his love unfolded this way,
Unveiling me in private, a secret display.
Wrapped in a hijab before the world's eye,
His affection, a tale, concealed, oh so high.
In the fragrance of their body, I sense a tale,
That night, they wove a spell, making me their own trail.

*His eyes' audacious gestures, I concede,
Yet, if his gaze wanders, let it be decreed.
In the realm of sight, only I shall proceed.

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