BEAUTY IS A CURVE
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If rainbow possess just only seven colors;
Nude hides in many ways of love flowers;
Sun just headed down towards this earth,
Moon carries many moments to give birth;
In a bath of cool showers, sky turns to blue;
No wonder hidden stars never ever get a clue;
The twisted night shades of rain clouds beat;
Embracing warmth from green nature heat,
Body is straight way in, she is in herself,
With a bare pose of female, bliss in-self,
Cold with the coldness of depth, fullness,
Nothing to peep, a third eye in wellness
a touch that is marked by his use to wear,
Rise, in the gradual and ultimate love care
the stab of, real grace, breasts bulge down ,
Her out-goings and in-comings, now flown,
Sway, lean, and come to grips on her bank,
Beauty is a curve of the nakedness to shrink
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
