Take me to her own fruit-garden; a feeling of blessing and pardon; bare to my eyes; body and mind; caressing me with a sin to rewind; I long for her softest touch to heal; wounds of my dampened skin to feel; Take me to her own flower paradise; and let our bodies meet in jeopardize; the dribble of the dawn rain outside; would shower us with cold inside; I wish to be in her night dream fantasy; and to make our love; lust and life easy. * BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com www.williamsmaveli.com www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI