WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

Not beauty's shell, but where the core desire burns,
A craving stirs, a hunger in the flesh,
Love seeks the heat, where secret knowledge turns,
And passion's grip, a woven, tight meshing.
No still perfection, but living, flowing art,
Where minds entwine, and bodies softly press,
A whispered plea, a deeply felt heart's part,
As fertile thoughts, in heated whispers, bless.
Through touch of skin, and glances darkly cast,
Ideas unfold, like secrets in the night,
A fervent dance, where futures hold us fast,
And shared lust ignites a burning, bright light.
Thus love, a yearning, breeds a vibrant fire,
And knowing's embrace, through shared heat, climbs higher.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI