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Breast
Priyanka
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Your eyes my breast
Cant, you think beyond that
Your aroused erotica my pain
It’s my body baby, not your game
Every time you stare, my soul screams and cries
My liberal dupatta clings to my breast and all of it tries.
From the body to body your thoughts stagnate
I know your lewd thoughts can never sedate
So can’t I just ignore you and make my breast my courage
Keep your lascivious perception with you
Because I am not afraid.
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