WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

In twilight's glow, where silk meets tender skin,
Her tresses fall, a fragrant, shadowed deep,
And eyes, the pools where ancient passions spin,
Reflect the secrets that the soul does keep.
A smile that blossoms, slow and unconfined,
Reveals the spirit's luminous design,
Each curve of cheek, a story softly signed,
Of self-care rituals, exquisitely divine.
Her skin, a canvas, nurtured and adored,
Each pore a whisper of the life within,
A silken promise, sensuously explored,
Where inner radiance begins to win.
Her décolletage, a whispered, veiled embrace,
The gentle rise where beauty finds its art,
A living sculpture, time cannot erase,
Reflecting grace from her devoted heart.
From shapely form, where every line does flow.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI