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Still I see her fragrant mouth, where a bee darts toward the lotus of her lips. With her elegant, curling left eye slightly moving, she fends it off p...
I still remember that beautiful-faced one, seated on the balcony. At my sudden appearance in her house, she avoided replying, but smiled with shy play...
Still I think of her—dark-skinned with heavy breasts, beautiful form, sleepy-eyed, surpassing bees in beauty. She is like the banner of Love's victory...
I still carry in my heart the memory of her—well asleep, awakened for a moment, lazily stretching, her eyes trembling like confused bees disturbed by ...
I never forget her even for a moment—young and helpless, clinging like a still garment to the body, burning from Love’s fire, worthy of compassion, de...
Even now I recall her smiling face tilted toward me, cheeks covered by falling hair, trembling from passion, whispering again and again with breathles...
The sight of her tilting neck, loosened bodice, and curls shaken from her shoulders still flashes in my mind—along with her mischievous, sidelong glan...
Still flashing in my mind are her corner glances grazing my ears—languid with intoxication, those eyes were full of playful love and caused the fever ...
Her pure smile spread across the bimba-red lips still flashes in my heart—a symbol of innocent yet irresistible attraction.
Her sweet, gentle words, sideways glances like sacred river bends, playful movements, and pure smiles—I remember all her amorous gestures.
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