Williamsji Maveli writes, Mirror

She looked, demanding, through my soul, 
Sheltered into her stimulating lovely breasts,
The portrait of her calmness took me by surprise,
And as I was adding together the last finishing touch,
The rendering moved, I felt her hand take mine in clutch,
She just arrived with her blue mirror in hand, 
Putting on her coloured lipstick on both lips thickly,
Combed her long blonde hair smoothly, 
searching for all others around,
an eyelash, a hair.
Anything out of place 
that ugliness could declare, 
and what looked back, 
was all her tear stained 
blue eyes could see
Extinct perfection,
a precious face 
My body is fluid,
furtiveness in its perfection.
the energy of the 
universe coursing through.
electric, energy and function.
eternal in is basics and 
infinite in its material.
a gift from above.
life supreme and knowing. 

-Williamsji Maveli