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When my innocent eyes met his piercing stare,

When his dominant hand touched my tender face,

Not to hit me but to caress my cheeks and wipe my tears.

His rugged self melted like butter on the pan,

Perhaps my influence was such that he softened himself,

For I fell for his ruggedness and soft heart.

Every aspect of his was attractive

Even his sweaty smell felt fragrant,

Even his coarse Voice seemed sweet,

Nothing was good in him, yet I slipped hard,

On the floor of love defying my senses, defying my own self.

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