RED FLAME : PROSE POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

PROSE POEM
Silk, a whisper, trails her every step, A crimson river, flowing, full and deep. It clings and curves, a lover's gentle hand, Tracing the contours of her promised land.
Bare shoulders gleam, a moonlit, ivory sight, As fabric slides, revealing hidden light. Her hips sway softly, a siren's rhythmic call, Inviting touch, a sensual, sweet thrall.
Each fold, a secret, a promise, a desire, Igniting passion, setting souls on fire. She moves with grace, a goddess, dark and bright, A vision of ecstasy, a breathtaking sight.