SHE IS IN HERSELF

 
If rainbow possess just only seven colors;

Nude hides in many ways of love flowers;

Sun just headed down towards this earth,

Moon carries many moments to give birth;

In a bath of cool showers, sky turns to blue;

No wonder hidden stars never ever get a clue;

The twisted night shades of rain clouds beat;

Embracing warmth from green nature heat,

Body is straight way in, she is in herself,

With a bare pose of female, bliss in-self,

Cold with the coldness of depth, fullness,

Nothing to peep, a third eye in wellness

a touch that is marked by his use to wear,

Rise, in the gradual and ultimate love care  

the stab of, real grace, breasts bulge down ,

Her out-goings and in-comings, now flown,

Sway, lean, and come to grips on her bank,

Beauty is a curve of the nakedness to shrink

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI