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.
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