HAIR: Very Curly Haired women
HAIR: Very Curly-Haired women 21 Lines
Often I become a child on site of your beautiful hair,
With its flawless grace and flair,
I often imagine i am a miniature version of myself and every lock is my own water slide,
Every curl is different, offering me a unique thrill ride,
I then pretend i am falling down the depths of a single lock, twisting and turning as if i was on the baddest water slide of all time,
As if i was being chased down a deep twisting tunnel for commiting a crime,
And when that ride would end, all i would do is climb back up your curls and pick another lock and do it again,
Bringing nothing but joy out from within,
And you wouldn't have a care in the world,
For i blend right in this place that is non-stop curled,
I don't think id ever get bored, and when i am tired i would fall asleep,
Right at the top of your curly haired heap,
So soft is your hair that i could use it as a blanket and a pillow at the same time,
Enjoying living beauty I can feel, see, and touch in its prime.
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