Divine Body

His walk vanishes the spilth on the floor like it happens when god arrives.

His dark tie adds a flavour of charisma to the air like water drops on rose petals.

His muscles are the drivers of sex appeal like the claws of a ferocious tiger.

His fingers stay still , set straight in form like the roots of a baby sapling.

His eyes glitter amidst the bright sun like tinkling ancient gold coins.

His hair is blackish-brown with tiny spikes like the nubby fur of a yak.


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