My Denim Queen!
You waltz like living fire, my Denim Diva,
O my Parvati, make me your Shiva!
Your curves in denim, so tight and bold,
A thousand sacred secrets left to behold!
Lips like shameless sin in a purple glaze,
Your eyes ignite souls in a fiery ablaze.
No copy, no clone, you're the real tease,
Melting hearts with such effortless ease.
Let me ride your vibe, we'll burn the night,
Without you, Shona, nothing feels right.
Walking on embers, my Denim Queen,
No other soul exists where you have been!
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