WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

Beneath the stage lights, a shimmer ignites,
Silk whispers secrets in the warmest nights.
Gowns cascade, a waterfall of dreams,
Where satin whispers and crystal softly gleams.

Swirls of chiffon, a cloud that takes flight,
Hugging curves that ignite the stage light.
Strapless whispers hint at skin so bare,
A glimpse of shoulder, a promise laid there.

Thigh-high slits that tease with every stride,
Legs like moonlight, a place where dreams confide.
Embroidered flowers in vibrant display,
Blooming on figures that steal the breath away.

Sparkling jewels, like dewdrops on a rose,
Catching the light where every movement flows.
Feathers and fringe in a rhythmic display,
A symphony of textures that set the heart astray.

Hair a masterpiece, a crown of delight,
Diamonds nestled, reflecting stage light.
A face alight, a captivating smile,
Confidence burning, a beauty for a while.

More than mere fabric, a story unfolds,
A tapestry woven, a goddess beholds.
For in this dress code, a magic resides,
Where sensuality whispers and confidence strides.