WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

The crimson ant, a warrior bold and bright,
Crawls up her bark, a temptress in the night.
Her sculpted form, a poem etched in wood,
A goddess trapped, misunderstood.

He scales her limbs, a trespass bittersweet,
The honeyed scent, a promise to complete.
Her splintered bark, a bite he longs to tame,
A primal dance, a whispered, sinful name.

But trust, a fragile bloom, in darkness thrives,
One wrong move and their passion explodes and dives.
For stolen moments, hearts beat fast and wild,
A secret sin, a love both fierce and mild.

Will dawn expose their tryst beneath the veil?
Or will their bond in hidden shadows prevail?
The ant and tree, a twisted, tempting fate,
A sensual game, where danger lies in wait.