The monsoon clouds are gathering pace.
The gentle breeze whispers the impending.
I follow her hidden path
To the lovely garden where she waits to unveil.
As the skies breathe their passion.
She soaks her sultry feminine.
Shredding threads from her skin.
She was a sight of sheer seduction.
Singing and dancing to the harmonious melody of romantic splendour in gay abandon.
Enchanting was her sensuality.
Luxurious her essence.
The mysteries of her bloomed.
As my heart blushed in sin.
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