WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

Night unfurls, my raven hair,
Across the canvas, vast and fair.
The moon, a crown, adorns my brow,
As twilight paints my beauty now.

Nectar drips from cherry lips,
A promise sweet, a taste that grips.
My eyes, deep pools of ocean blue,
Reflect the stars, a boundless hue.

My cheeks, a canvas, softly kissed,
By twilight's fire, a rosy mist.
My form, a bud in gentle bloom,
Unfurls beneath the lunar gloom.

A secret held, a hidden grace,
A lake of beauty, in this space.
The night, my cloak, the stars, my crown,
In feminine mystique, I'm bound.