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I still remember how, seeing me quietly approach the door, she pretended to sleep instantly—then slowly touched me with her goosebump-covered arms, ch...
I remember how she tried to win me back with sweet words, upset at my offense, hugging me with trembling limbs, yet harshly saying something unbearabl...
Even now I recall her lying turned away on the love-bed, pretending to sleep, turning slowly toward me in the morning, placing one arm across me.
Even now I remember her—broad-hipped like a full moon, with deep navel curves and slender waist; her arms soft like lotus stalks, moving gracefully.
Even now I recall her—face glowing at dawn, hesitating to utter my name, lying still with downcast eyes, silently exhaling, burdened by thought.
I still think of her—eyes lined with dark kohl, bangles jingling, fingers scratching near her ear, hair swaying, face glowing.
Even now, I contemplate her—my life's desire, unspoiled by another's touch, her youthful beauty my eternal goal, as if destined across lifetimes.
Even now, I remember her—pulling her garment from my hand, scolding me in anger, though I had fallen at her feet in remorse.
I still envision her lying unashamed on the bed of love, garlanded with blooming champaka flowers, singing joyfully in passion.
Even now I see her circling around me—inside, outside, all around—with lotus-like face and glancing sideways in shyness.
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