Desire....

Like a ruined ship, without an anchor in the deep ocean;
a  love, struggles in the storm; for an inner desire, for a vision;

It’s for a gaze on woman's gorgeous, soft curves, half covered
the light, pinkish, piercing pause; for a glimpse over exposed;

Within an embrace of love and affection, everything gets so wild

It looks out, innocently over the aperture of the blue dress, mild;

Her long coiled, black curls, lips, cheeks and face are so tempting;

Lust is always in its initiative, and a longing for my death is inviting.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI