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Your gaze, India, is a river of seduction, Where I drown in desire, without salvation. Each curve of your body, so serene, Is a secret map that calls me to the scene. Your hair, like the spreading night, Envelops me and makes me lose my breath. Your skin is the land that I want to kiss, Where my love, like fire, will ignite in the moonlight. In the touch of your hands, I feel the fire burning, On your lips, the promise of losing myself. With each sigh, I find myself in you and surrender, India, my love, in you I lose myself, I understand myself.
