APPEAL

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The lusture of her eyes are consumed .
The implicit of her lips are astray ;
The backlash of her hair is gridlocked :
The savour of her crust is not draught .
The dulcet  of her murmur can't extent;
The graze of her hands can't be grasped .
The cleft of her chest abstruse !
The expanse of her navel is shrouded .
The contour of her waist is mangled ;
The ardor of her sheath , is not curtained .
The silhouette of her body is carrened :
The essence of your soul is siren.

The glaze of his eyes is glimmery .
The  assertion of his lips is friendly :
The bristles of his hair is hook lined ;
The coiffure of his beard is condensed.
The girth of his shoulder is generous:
The expanse of his chest is profound -
The caress of his hands is steamy ;
The braces of his arms are  enclosed .
The folds of his guts are enduring ;
The coreness of his body is Sylvan .
The intonation  of his voice is cosy :
The being of his soul is earthy .

Rituparna RoyChoudhury

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