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Unforgettable Scene

The white t-shirt sticks to his body,

Gripping every curve of his muscles he has built,

While his longish hair is curled up,

Giving it a twist.


He shakes it off at me,

Teasing me before he even comes close,

I only grin at him,

As I read him like a prose.


His stubble tickles my neck,

While he leaves kisses of droplets,

He smells like rain and now, me,

Living an unforgettable scene.


song in the background: tum se hi from jab we met


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