Our love is a titillating tango of feelings,
A sultry waltz of rhythm and taps,
Sensuality rising with racing wine in blood,
Forbidden dance, yet running in laps.
Chemistry of passions ringing rumba
A pure poetic play of passion,
Compliments all modern approaches,
And justifies the love that's old fashioned.
Eyes fixed in a stare, imaginations run naked,
Sweat dripping down in steam,
Hands on my curves, and mine on you,
This love erupts into a myriad of dreams.
Shivers down our spines with every touch,
Seductive Rhapsody of emotions,
Scintillating foreplay of blinded words
Tread wild without inhibitions.
We realize metaphors with grace,
We conceptualize our passion brimming hot,
We know the measures of our skin,
We know our favourite weak spots.
Our love is a dance that feels so content,
That we plead and crave, wanting for more,
Our love is the blanket we wrap around,
Even when we are left weary and sore.
Rank | Name | Points |
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1 | Srivats_1811 | 1355 |
2 | Kimi writes | 378 |
3 | Sarvodya Singh | 116 |
4 | Manish_5 | 103 |
5 | AkankshaC | 93 |
6 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
7 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
8 | Rahul Gupte | 66 |
9 | Vidya | 65 |
10 | June | 55 |
Rank | Name | Points |
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1 | Srivats_1811 | 1131 |
2 | Rahul_100 | 242 |
3 | Udeeta Borpujari | 209 |
4 | AkankshaC | 195 |
5 | Infinite Optimism | 179 |
6 | Anshika | 152 |
7 | Kimi writes | 150 |
8 | aditya sarvepalli | 139 |
9 | Manish_5 | 103 |
10 | Srividya Ivauri | 99 |
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