In those thighs so round as melons
Inviting;
In the bosom full like the mangoes in spring
I could rest my heart to
peaceful sleep
Her arms could hold me tight enough
The nails digging into my back
While we spent ourselves till no more
In the face chubby as a newborn spake of innocence
And in those eyes, silent, seducing
I found my woman of beauty
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