WILLIAMSJI MAVEI WRITES.....

A buoyant sphere, with delicate desire,
It swells and shimmers, radiant and slow.
Reflecting longing, setting souls afire,
As silent passions intimately grow.
Its yielding form, a beauty to behold,
A silent prelude to a sweet embrace.
A tender narrative, exquisitely told,
Before it melts in time's ephemeral space.
Then, with a hush, its silken sheath gives way,
A soft dispersal, cool upon the skin.
The essence shared, before it slips away,
A warm sensation from the depths within.
Each broken film, a gentle, sweet release,
A fleeting moment of profoundest peace.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI