The curve of her waist

The curve of her waist has a thousand stories to tell
His tickle had made her double with laughter
His caress had made her scream with passion
He had devoured her when her long hair brushed her waist
The little skin peeping from her sheer sari had made his eyes blaze and heart melt
Her waist arched in abandon everytime he took her with fervour
The day he left, her waist cried a thousand tears
Missing his rough calloused palms on her bare skin
As she waits for his return
The curve of her waist has a thousand stories to tell

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