Stroke
your hair.
Gazing
glassy eyed in love,
I
feel a stirring deep below.
Some
urgent craving to enact,
I
want to stroke your hair...
Magnificent,
this lustrous mane,
Scented,
bowed and hanging low.
Filling
me with sweet desire,
To
hold you close to me.
Thudding
breast I show adorned,
Brought
fire and water,
To
a mix and match place,
Where
laughter fills my face.
You
would know my adoration,
How
I long to be.
Everything
you'd crave to touch,
And
how I love you, so
Very
much.
So
darling please
Don't
let distance tease,
I
want to stroke your hair...
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