WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

WHISPERS OF THE SILK 
The moonlight spills like liquid grace,
Across the curve of my dreaming face.
On silk-soft skin, a phantom kiss,
The prelude to a star's pure bliss.
A lover's sigh, the crowd's soft roar,
Resounds within my heart's deep core.
Each velvet touch, a fervent plea,
For the dazzling star I long to be.
My senses stir, a fragrant haze,
Lost in those adoring, endless gazes.
A sensual ache, a sweet desire,
Burning with fame's exquisite fire.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI