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The lover praises the erotic beauty — trembling breasts, aching limbs, playful bites, and scratched hips — as a blessed union.
In spring, women decorate fragrant homes, and even their breasts seem adorned with flowers — a season of joyful sensuality.
Subtle signs of arousal—goosebumps, tremors, heavy breath—express intense passion without words.
A spring-fed reservoir, cold after winter, now warmly embraced like a youthful maiden.
Even if showing slight mercy, a lion still slays mighty elephants — caution is needed when seeking peace.
A simple side glance, soft smile, and lotus-like gesture of the beloved hold the entire universe captive — love in its fullest power.
A critic’s face — filled with smugness, disdain, and arrogance — endures poetry only through jealousy and frustration.
With eyes half-closed in passion, disheveled hair, and trembling lips, the beloved’s face becomes unforgettable during intimate union.
At love’s end, the beloved is left breathless, disoriented, and in complete surrender — her body giving in to the moment’s emotion.
The image of the lover’s pale, damp face at the climax of love — with trembling eyes and lips — is etched forever in memory.
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