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Krishna, pretending to cry, lies on a Gopi’s chest after teasing and kissing—divine mischief blending childlike innocence and romantic devotion.
Who would doubt her lips as nectar? Sweeter than honey or grapes. Let a connoisseur judge if anything else matches their sweetness.
Only an experienced aesthete knows the mature flavor of poetry—reflected in the lips' sweetness, firmness of breasts, and sharpness of gaze.
Let my mouth be guilty for kissing her lips. But why punish the head, which couldn’t even reach her feet? A passionate and reverent submission.
Krishna’s flute, infused with the sweetness of his lips, spreads divine joy to deer-eyed women and even sages. The music is irresistible.
Her lips reduce bile, her bosom calms wind, her embrace dissolves phlegm—her body cures the three doṣas. A humorous and sensual Ayurveda metaphor.
Her lips' redness hides her teeth’s whiteness during a kiss, but her bright smile revives their beauty—an image of affection and joy.
Her lip, pressed and swollen from passionate biting, disturbs the lover's mind like the ocean churned by Mandara mountain—a vivid metaphor.
Lips stained with betel leaf, eyes adorned with kajal, and a soft silk dress—these natural adornments surpass all artificial jewelry.
A drop on her lip, gem necklace, and moon-stamped breasts indicate her lover’s expertise in love’s art—like a coded sensual message.
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