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What was there in those eyes; that drowned me in an ocean of uncontrollable ecstasy?
What was there in those lips; that made me stare in spell bound consternation for marathon hours on the trot?
What was there in those feet; that made me swoon in a bedraggled heap on the ground?
What was there in those hands; that made me long for a caress that could last till eternity?
What was there in that nose; that made me crave for oceans of moist breath taking me unaware in their swirl?
What was there in that voice; that made me wholesomely oblivious to the passing of time?
What was there in that palm; that made me see my destiny explicitly in its mystical lines?
What was there in those fingers; that flooded my mouth with a taste more sweeter than the wildest of nectar?
What was there in that neck; that made me feel incredibly lost even in the sedative solitude of the night?
What was there in those ears; that made me dream like a prince even though I was poor?
What was there in that tongue; that made me remain thirsty even under blistering heat of sun and umpteenth volcano's?
What was there in those teeth; that made me perceive night and day about
the enchantment in smile?
What was there in those eyelashes; that made me hide my reflection within; even in the most tumultuous of storms?
What was there in that chest; that made me go berserk every unleashing minute
for an everlasting embrace?
What was there in those nails; that made me shiver like an infant even in scorching heat of summer?
What was there in that belly; that made me trip head on the mud; even while I was walking in spiked shoes?
What was there in those hair; that strangulated my throat; made me gasp for air with every contraction of my heart?
What was there in that blood; that made my pulse race a million times faster each time I felt it running through the veins?
And what was there in that body; that propelled me to love each time I saw it; that triggered my existence till date today; and for many more generations to unfurl hereafter?
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