Mariam, hot curves, a bottom like a magnet for my eyes
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In the golden glow of evening's embrace,
Danced Mariam, with grace, her movements a trace,
Hot curves that whispered tales untold,
Each step, a melody, confident and bold.
Her bottom, a magnet, drew my gaze near,
A symphony of allure, with nothing to fear,
In the sway of her form, a universe vast,
A moment eternal, in beauty unsurpassed.