Friday, July 13, 2012

Cascading Curls


Cascading Curls


Oh how fickle I am,
letting the moment overtake me.
Fresh from the throws of romance,
your eyes burn deep into me.
A motion as clear as a sign,
you'd love me to take time.

Caressing you and the love,
massaging a slender neck too,
my hands finding the place,
to bring more smile to your face.
A flick from your glorious mane,
meant to drive me almost insane.

I covet an incredible grace,
with auburn frame close to face.
How the tumbling from hair,
is lighting me up like a flare.
Yes this passion is a clue,
how desire grew, anew, for you.