MARCH MYTHS: DAY 10, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, "BETWEEN THE HOURS OF MID-NIGHT"

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• MARCH MYTHS: DAY 10,
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, 
• "BETWEEN THE HOURS OF MID-NIGHT"

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•  Between the hours of mid-night,
• I felt your  love inclined over my shoulders,
• watery as the pure lotus leaf,
• Smooth-skinned, with lips made to bite,
•  blushing and too warm for white,
• But perfect-colored without white or red.
• And her lips opened amorously, and said—
• I wish not what, saving one word—Delight.
• And all her lips were nectar to my lips,
• And all her body meadow to my eyes;
• long arms stretched, fingers emerge like flames,
• The trembling flanks, hair smelling of fragrance,
•  glittering eyelids expose soul's desire.

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• BY
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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