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She

09/042015
She (XVI)
She must be someone’s lady in clumsy condition,
Standing under the roof of an abject hut near the plain
Trembling out of the cold that brings chilly wetted air and spray
For meagerly depth of veranda brought her to wall for safer stay,
Still you’re unable, they’re eager to touch your silky skin!

Visibly of early twenty the divinely ending teen,
Wetted curl with their wavy figure, although they are scattered,
Yet, gorgeous traits of them were not lesser than formerly,
Seems they are sodden wet and enhanced the femininely feature.

White ball gown soaked to the skin, as if, dimly moon is emerging
From behind the thin clouds of autumn with its awesome supremacy,
Clumsy airstream were most defiant and playful,
Yours relentless efforts for setting unset setup, were going in vain,
And timid wetted vision in exploration for secret watcher
Perhaps someone quenching his thirst from somewhere near
Possibly from the stealthy aperture around crowded nature
You’re wary and unset for the dubiously unclear affair.

While all in the surroundings were at intent look
You’re unable to cover up your magnificent wealth,
Wetted amorous feature stays in my dream,
Still I reverie, knowing that you are not porous.

* XVI denotes the sequential number.

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