Mia
Your hair is so long if it was a song it would be called "Ever Flowing". Twisted and tangled, loving your hair, fumbling in my fingers. When you lay near it is here, I hear it softly whispering... "hold me close, I m the most that you have been wanting" I wonder if this is true... Black on Brown, Wavy Strait or Bound! how many ways Shall your silk twists and turns? Oriental delights, Sexy nights, Caught curled, Held on tight... for business or delights, How your hair speak before you. Calling me to to implore you. Tantilizing touch, tangle with base of my beard, they coo with delight knowing the comings of the night... God how i have Prayed you would be near But then again Where your hair is never ending I fear Mine is losing its beginning, must life always be so condescending?
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