SHE IS A QUEEN

In a world where time dances on the breeze,
There stands a vision that makes hearts confess,
She looks like a Queen in a pretty red dress,
A sight to behold, a moment to impress.

Her eyes, like stars, twinkle with desire,
Craving your touch, your love, and your praise,
In your arms, she dreams to gently retire,
Where passion blooms in a passionate blaze.

Caress her body, your touch, a gentle art,
Tracing curves, a tender journey embarked,
In your embrace, she finds a love so pure,
Cuddling close, her heart's defenses are marked.

Embracing flaws, the bond between you grows,
A tapestry woven from love's warm embrace,
In your love, her precious soul overflows,
A sanctuary where trust finds its place.

Unhook the chains that bind her heart's distress,
Liberate her spirit from burdens untold,
Your touch heals wounds, like a tender caress,
In love's refuge, her shattered spirit consoled.

And as the day fades, and the stars confess,
A whispered truth in the moon's soft caress,
You tell her she looks like a Queen, no less,
In that pretty red dress, she shines with finesse.

So let your love flow through every vein,
A river of passion that's boundless and true,
Together, you'll dance in love's sweet refrain,
In a world where she's the Queen, and you the King too.

Imran Nazeer
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