Williamsji Maveli writes, ​​​​​​​Like a cherry flower....

Like a cherry flower, I just set my thoughts of love,
At your altar, at your pure feet, before it fades above, 
My heart beckons on you, with an expression of grief,
To be held, and with yours, it does so well for a relief.

Once I blend towards your body, pure soul and mind,
In its ecstasy we thrash, rising on tidal waves in kind,
As our rain clouds of inner desires, burst, and shower,
One another in our own pure, sacred, loving power.

Your body becomes mine; a temple, where I urge,
On my fingertips, you dare to dance, sing and merge.
I hear the echo of your breathing fragrance wave,
Row and flow of your breeze passing air pave.

I encounter the soul through your long blue eyes;
Wandering through dreams in all the other ways;
I feel, stillness of your musical marvels of heartbeat;
While keeping my both hands on your soft tit.

I smell the sweet sweat of your smooth skin wet,
Then, glistening the elegant body flair into a fit,
I touch the cherry flower fragrance of your desire,
Teasing in my lovely burning flames as entire.

BY
Williamsji Maveli