Water streams, cascading down my skin,
A soft embrace, a lover’s touch, gentle and thin.
I feel it trace my curves, graceful and warm,
A whispered hymn as it flows, like a sacred charm.
Each droplet worships me, gliding, slow and sweet,
I explore my body with my fingertips, so discreet.
A temple of softness, my silhouette divine,
A petite goddess, in every rise and line.
The air whispers secrets, soft and near,
It plays with my hair, its touch is so clear.
Each breeze caresses me, making me feel alive,
In every breath, I find my womanhood thrives.
The wind awakens me, igniting my desire,
Each current of air stokes my internal fire.
I revel in these moments with just myself,
An intimate dance, a celebration of my wealth.
Lips like cherries, sweet to taste,
Eyes sparkling, divine, and never in haste.
My cheeks are flushed, full and red,
A goddess in my skin, perfectly fed.
I am beauty, I am power, in every inch,
From the sway of my form to my fingertips’ pinch.
I adore this body that’s wholly mine,
A temple of pleasure, perfectly divine.
~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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