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though its color brightly shines
can never see its purpose
in the pattern of the grand design
Fatin had to admit that she really enjoyed watching Asad’s body. Especially the way his muscles rippled as he walked, and if she was really honest with herself, his butt. Of course there were other ways that she enjoyed his body but she refused to let her mind go there at the moment. There would plenty of time to do that at some point in time.
She watched as one of they’re pack mates approached Asad and greeted him. He gave her a friendly smile and she was pretty sure that he said hello to her but Fatin couldn’t hear from where she was. So she headed towards them, jogging slightly to get there. Of course Asad heard her and turned to see her and she could tell that he was admiring her, which brought a blush to her face.
But she stood next to him and grinned at the obviously pregnant female. Namaste. My name is Fatin and this is Asad. What might your name be? She wasn’t jealous nor did she try to show that Asad was her man. Instead Asad placed his arm around her waist and she leaned against him, comfortable near him.
of the mountain's mighty face
does it think that it's more important
than the stones that forms the base
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