WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

A shiver starts, a secret thrill,
The music's touch, a whispered thrill.
The skin ignites, a current's flow,
A heated pulse begins to grow.

Flesh, a taut and trembling drum,
Echoes the rhythm, overcome.
From fingertips that graze and tease,
A wave of desire, meant to appease.

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