Cresentic mounds of eyeball folds fall to curvy
small valleys where beads of toil collect as a hunting
you move up and down over treasure trove in total curbs,
Statued elegance in those humbled smiling silence, all
though cannot hide those naughty sparkles along contoured cheeks,
Curled back whips of drawing lips, in a much calculated
half- bloom, as if in tight guards of inner ivory pearls,
Fleshy statement over rounded smoothness of pillared tips,
Succulent bites many would it bear than a wasted pointed peak!
Sun in the rising, shimmers out in semi-circle, from the base of
Mounts-Twin Everest tops- vegetation in lush black serious brows
Feels like would get sucked onto the toppling waves on the top
Only to fall for a rescue, holding the bony long chins so tempting.


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