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releasing herself from attire
to a state of beautiful sculpture
that no one ever unearthed.
Her each gesture, entice
to take a trail upon her curves
outlined by silhouette shadow;
that no one touched alive.
The wishful eyes, behold
the beauty exposed in low light
a feeling of embarrass, embark
secretly watching her desire.
Staring at her shadow, eyes
almost lose sense of gazing, relish
upon revealing her structures
that deserves watching.
Touching an utmost desire
her imposing position; imprison
leaving behind the window’s pane
unveiled her silhouette beauty.