She is at her sweet seventeen of age, Fresh, perfumed, smelling cleavage; Sacred heart, beats for a love ablaze; Body is spicy, fruity in a way to amaze; Morning shoot outdoor; with make-up; Mid-night scene indoors, a close-up; Again at dawn, a swim suit episode; at mid-day, a Heroβs ego to explode; A lovely show to strip off her heart; Well done, applause, pack up at last; Her inner desires triggers for an upshot; Dialogues turns dim; goes dumb and mute. * 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