Is your body, so yielding, so tender; Is your sweat, too salty, so render ! In my whispers, a passion desire; burns for true lust to fuel the fire ! black book written; with no preface; Pain never speaks; nothing on face ; lodged to have love; longed for hate; Life begins and ends up in debate; touched, kissed, hugged each other; vowed in a ******* to one another ! * BY WILLIAMS G MAVELI williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI www.microthemes.com