If am your violin,
held under your chin,
played with a bow;
I shall play all ,
together, touching
the four  strings;
while you raise your
soft wings to sing
along with my
sound of music,
in a relay of your
loudness;
when the  strings of love
breaks to get entangled,
and tied-up with your
*******, thirsting for
a rhythm of lust,
emerged during
the  midnight’s bliss!
*
BY
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com

www.williamsji.com