An enigmatic sensual poem, by Parvathy, exclusively for Different Truths.
I was called beautiful until my 40s’ and they said, my eyes saliently showcased all my charisma, when I was drowning in all that I saw. And, they again said I had beautiful eyes. when they couldn’t know the thirst of my lips, when they couldn't know, I loved masculine odours – and when they couldn't know, I wished to hear a coarse conversation of his and would he know the thoughts that surfed within his lady, further pacifying her Slowly her eyes turned, less charismatic. every woman is so no matter, where she belongs to and every man wouldn't treat her more equal or less equal and slowly, her eyes turned blind leaving behind the charismatic charisma
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