Flowing free
Her hair flowed long and free, as she brushed her fingers through. For me to feel those lovely locks, was something I so longed to do. To feel of that silk atop her head, my heart would wildly pound, as I searched her eyes to find her soul, and my pleasures did abound. The depth of her eyes, had a hold on me like I never knew. When I looked into them, I could see a love so true. Portholes to her soul, they were, and in them I did see, a longing for the kind of love, that I had waiting here in me, just for her and no one else, on my love she could depend, with my heart so stong and true, to love her til the end Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 06:21 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Her hair flowed long and free,..."