WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

The spine, a serpent, sinuous, bends,
A silent language that ascends.
Muscles tighten, then release,
A dance of whispers, never to cease.

Head to toe, a thrumming heat,
The body's song, a promise sweet.
Each sway, a tremor, deep and slow,
A whispered promise, soft and low.

No longer just a form defined,
But raw desire, unbound, entwined.
A human vessel, burning bright,
The body's language, pure delight