WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

Her form, a goddess sculpted, smooth and fair,
A vision captured, etched in lovers' dreams.
Her eyes, twin stars, ignite the darkened air,
A siren's call, a heart's most fervent schemes.

Her lips, like roses, soft and full of bloom,
Invite the touch, a nectar sweet to taste.
Her skin, a canvas, smooth in shadowed room,
Where fingers trace the curves, a sensual haste.

Her laughter, music, sweet and light and free,
A melody that dances on the air.
Her spirit, wild and untamed, calls to me,
To lose myself within her warm embrace.

A goddess born, a temptress, dark and bright,
Shweta, a vision, day and darkest night.