WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

The cool evening breeze filled with
the scent of approaching rain.
Caught by playful window shears
as it passes through an open pane,
to reach their length and breadth 
toward the waiting bed.
She was a lover of music and her love, 
a passionate poet with a sensitive heart.
She was in love with the melodic way  
his gentle fingers moved with a sensual touch
over her soft silk-like skin of art.
She started gently around her ears softly prying
them open with the quiet richness of her melodies.
Each note of his gentle kisses led her to a sensual abyss,
easing her down from the edge, and controlling her descent, to her goal.
Down the swirling dark and light blends of the music rendered from her