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Her beauty is not just a sight, A gentle curve in softest light. It is the trust within her eyes, A language spoken without sighs. A touch that speaks a deeper need, Where planted love grows from a seed. A tangled breath,a silent plea, Two currents meeting in the sea. A sacred, wild, and quiet space, Upon her skin,his whispered grace. Not just the act,but what comes next— Her head upon his chest,at rest.
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