— % &In moonlit grace, my pretty nails reveal,
A dance of shadows, secrets they conceal.
Caressing skin with a tender art,
Silken whispers, a symphony to impart.
Fingertips tracing a seductive line,
Igniting flames, desire intertwine.
In the language of touch, sensations speak,
A sonnet of passion, tender and sleek.
Eyes locked in a provocative gaze,
A silent dance in this intimate maze.
Entwined like vines in the midnight air,
My pretty nails, a sensuous affair.— % &
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