Oh, her NAVEL!!!! He had only seen glimpses, but she had the most erotic, the most sensuous navel he had ever seen. Teasing him because of his "Belly Fetish", she would quickly shoot her shirt up to give him a little glimpse, or tease him by reaching for something on the shelf, her white tail shirt rising high and separating, showing off her unusually large, deep, oval softly inward-curving navel sitting on a very lovely, pronounced navel mound – OH, GOD how erotic!!!!

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While watering the plants,she allowed the garden hose to splash on her, wetting her so that the saree clung to her ankles.
The cool wet garment on her skin thrilled her along with the tiny bit of racing droplets of water on her midriff,few of them dripping into her deep navel pit.
As she walked in back to her room she would slowly pull up the saree and her petticoat within, in a slow sensuous dance, allowing the cloth to make her wet further up her legs... 

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You, me, and us together,
in this tiny world of ours.
Spending nights of slavery,
drowning for seconds and hours.

I roll over the other side,
to feel your presence over me.
Tasting your blurred lines,
crawling over the curvy sea.

We lay down, unmoved,
as if wanting some freedom.
Moving lips on lips,
reaching the zenith in tandem.

Now, when those marks
turn redder than the red.
Believing to be alive,
I find you right next, on the bed.

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Just when you smile
There comes a deep curve
Between your
Moustache & cheeks
Indulging my lips
To be placed there.

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Even at this hour
My eyes are staring
The bedside lamp
And not resting.
Thoughts occupied,
Dreams consumed,
For mine they were
Now you are an invader.
Longing for the touch
Your tenacious grip
& seductive hazel eyes
Taking me to paradise.
Trembling fingers playing
Through your sleeky hair
Onto the shivering skin
Falling for enticing stare.
My drooping eyelids
Deprived of sleep
Yet intoxicated I feel
Craving for your taste.

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His heart will sink
into her perspiring skin,
crumpling the sheets
yet again tonight.
And
A profound love with
seeping bodacious moves,
will be portrayed on-board
by the brush strokes.

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Though his arms were tuned to hold her close, yet her breaths made him shiver.

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Kareeb aa ke mere zara tu apna karde,
Mai pyaasa bohot hun zara aagosh mein bharde,

Tere jism ki tapish se he jal jaata hun main,
Sard raat'on mein aa mujhe pagal karde,

Iss shaam ki khamoshi bhi kuch keh rahi hai,
Samjh jao ye ishare aur gira do ye parde...!!!

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Touch me
just by your skin,
as a whole.

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