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In her woman's hips
desire unfolds,
a magical curve that encourages
to get lost in her game.
Every movement
is a dance of seduction
bewitching the senses,
creating temptation.
In her woman's hips
hides the universe,
a hypnotic swaying
that captivates the reverse.
It is the rhythm of the ocean,
the cadence of passion,
an irresistible call
that ignites combustion.
Her hips are the melody
of sensuality,
a rhythm that raptures
and awakens anxiety.
With each movement
the fire is lit,
and desire overflows,
without restraint, without restraint.
Your poem is both beautiful and captivating.