The Peacock
A woman in a saree, her curves adorned with a peacock tattoo, embodies timeless beauty and grace, a sensual dance of art and desire.
In the quiet hush of the evening shade,
Where the silken drapes of twilight fade,
She stands, a vision of timeless grace,
Wrapped in the elegance of lace.
Her saree flows like a whispered dream,
Each curve revealed in the soft moonbeam,
A river of fabric, a gentle tide,
Caressing the secrets she holds inside.
Upon her back, where shadows play,
A peacock spreads its feathers in a grand display,
Ink and flesh in a dance so sweet,
Where art and nature gracefully meet.
The arch of her spine, a tender line,
The peacock’s eye, a watchful sign,
Of beauty etched in eternal grace,
On the canvas of her sacred place.
Her body, a temple, her saree, the veil,
Hiding and revealing a delicate tale,
Of womanhood, of mystique and fire,
A glimpse of heaven, a whisper of desire.
Each fold of fabric, each gentle sway,
Tells a story of night and day,
But it’s the peacock, proud and true,
That holds the secret of her view.
For in its feathers lies a tale untold,
Of beauty thatโs neither bought nor sold,
A symbol of grace, of pride, of heart,
A living, breathing work of art.
So she moves, as evening turns to night,
A vision of beauty, pure and bright,
With the peacock on her skin so fair,
A symbol of the love she dares to wear.
In her curves and in her stride,
The peacock’s grace will always reside,
A mark of beauty, a sign so rare,
Of the timeless allure that she does bear.
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