WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

Not for display, but self-assured,
A whisper soft, a form secured.
Silken caress, a touch implored,
Confidence in every cord.

No need for outward, forced display,
This beauty blooms in its own way.
A second skin, where secrets stay,
Strength within that lights the day.

The silken whispers, light and free,
Embrace the form, wild and be.
No pressure binds, a symphony,
Of comfort's touch, eternally.