Her skin glazed like porcelain in the colour of beaten pure gold- buxom radiance moving with an inaudible feline walk; movement of her body minimum, yet she swayed in most feminine manner- giving rhythm to a dancing flower, a flowing river, a wave riding the ocean, or a pulsating galaxy.
Her eyebrows, perfect brush stokes of a master calligrapher, a gently curved thin line to infinity- the name of god in Arabic.
Slanted dewey eyes glowing with soft wetness; two black bodies oozing low wavelength heat, a savoury tender warmth from a heart on fire with passion, overflowing from eyes.
In themselves those eyes smiled with a naughty and yet indifferent shine, inviting, but taking no responsibility for any danger lurking behind them.
Her lips were without a hint of smile, full, curvy, luscious and ripe, but pursed in a warning.
She lured and mystified at the same time, like a bait!
-Pulastya
Her eyebrows, perfect brush stokes of a master calligrapher, a gently curved thin line to infinity- the name of god in Arabic.
Slanted dewey eyes glowing with soft wetness; two black bodies oozing low wavelength heat, a savoury tender warmth from a heart on fire with passion, overflowing from eyes.
In themselves those eyes smiled with a naughty and yet indifferent shine, inviting, but taking no responsibility for any danger lurking behind them.
Her lips were without a hint of smile, full, curvy, luscious and ripe, but pursed in a warning.
She lured and mystified at the same time, like a bait!
-Pulastya
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