SHARED LONGINGS
Not beauty's form, but where its essence lies,
A thirst that stirs, an intense hunger in the soul,
Love seeks the light, where hidden wisdom sighs,
And passion's tendrils take their sweet control.
No static grace, but real vibrant, flowing art,
Where minds entwine, and secrets softly yield,
A whispered promise, just playing every part,
As fertile thoughts on eager lips are sealed.
Through touch of words, and glances deeply cast,
Ideas unfold, like white petals in the night,
A sensual dance, where futures hold us fast,
And shared desire ignites a burning light.
Thus love, a yearning, breeds a vibrant fire,
And beauty's bloom, through shared embrace.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI