The soft hand touch that covers the winters coldness.
The weld eyes that fills the nightssky.
Her lips mature for osculates.
Lass of gross, cave of beauty.
Her soft voice, laden of love.
"Agulu"curves with neep nipples.
Creation of doom laden.
Covered with niqab,
but her beauty is seen in her words
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