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She moves those hips hypnotically As she smiles through her slender long fingers Speaking with her big beautiful onyx-black eyes Ah, Will you just look at her grace? Her saree painted rich brass With amber brown motif on the edges Heavy indian anklets adorn her ankles Her skin so golden on which sunshine sketches. Glorious, every little move she makes Flamboyant, her mehendi feet, the way they part and meet All the energy any strong man can have, Reflected in her elegant femine beauty, sincere and discreet. Like a goddess, she holds her head high And showers you with her immortal blessings When she gets down the stage with a humble smile You'd exclaim "paradise on earth" with a sigh.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
The Indian Dancer
She moves those hips hypnotically As she smiles through her slender long fingers Speaking with her big beautiful onyx-black eyes Ah, Will you just look at her grace? Her saree painted rich brass With amber brown motif on the edges Heavy indian anklets adorn her ankles Her skin so golden on which sunshine sketches. Glorious, every little move she makes Flamboyant, her mehendi feet, the way they part and meet All the energy any strong man can have, Reflected in her elegant femine beauty, sincere and discreet. Like a goddess, she holds her head high And showers you with her immortal blessings When she gets down the stage with a humble smile You'd exclaim "paradise on earth" with a sigh.
amrutha
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25/F/Indian
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
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