In the morning skies
shapely virgin clouds
in their best of postures
stand inviting attention!
At their bewitching midriffs
the youthful sun taking liberties
plays pranks with deft touches
with a mischievous smile!
Look! how colourfully the lovable maidens
blush in chorus on their crimson cheeks
in titillation and blissful thrills!
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