The Cloud

Whenever, the light rain showers;
and touch the hot earth;
The soul of beauty
emerge towards
your spicy body !
Whenever,  the black clouds fades;
The whole of the sky
diminish towards
your face !
Whenever,  the  charms of  silky skin spreads;
The call of a  sensuous feeling
quest for an inner calm ;
hidden in the  depth
of your ocean.
To attain a heavenly pleasure
of  all eternity
Burning is her breasts
Desirous of eternal truths of life
That arouses a passionate fit
In her still mind
Like the flow of tides;
Like the moon shrouded
In a thin veil of a  cloud.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI