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I remember her as she closed her beautiful eyes and asked her friends, “Who is this?” Then smiling sweetly she answered, “Mother doesn’t know.” Her ch...
I remember her eyes—mesmerizing, fragrant with musk and sandal, lashes locked in passionate kisses, glowing in the bed of love.
Still I remember her faintly touching me with her red fingertips, tear-filled eyes, heavy sighs, and a bowed face full of sorrow—unable to speak.
Even now, I see her lotus-eyed and wearied by the weight of her full breasts. Wrapping her in my arms, I drink her face like a mad bee drinks a lotus.
If I ever again behold her long-eyed form, emaciated by long separation, I would embrace her so tightly that I wouldn’t open my eyes or let her go.
Even now I remember her secretly glancing into a mirror, seeing my reflection behind her—trembling, flustered, shy, yet full of conquered desire.
I still recall her with mascara-dark eyes, hair tangled with many flowers, pearls colored by vermilion shining in her teeth, and golden bangles gleami...
Even now I remember her in private—eyes darkened with collyrium moving restlessly, hair filled with an abundance of flowers, her pearl-like teeth ting...
Even today I remember her—slim, doe-eyed, bruised by the fire of separation, adorned in many charming ornaments, walking like a royal swan.
I still recall her laughing, head bent under hair ornaments, her neck whitened by pearl necklaces—my beloved on love’s Mandara mountain, like Cupid’s ...
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