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black satin

By tigerlilly

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each night held magic for him all the years of his married life because of one sweet ritual he'd shared with his dear wife her hair was a cascading curtain black satin in the light the joy of taking the pins out fell to him every night the ivory handled brush seemed to float through her wavy hair haloed at times with blue sparks when static charged the air from school girl braids of her childhood to the sleek chignon of a wife he'd always cherished black satin loving it all his life the years passed by so fast then her long tresses began to gray but love blinded him to the changes time was leaving in their way too soon love's years were ended she was called but he must stay his dreams are now all black satin and growing lonelier day by dayall comments and critiques welcomed Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 04:52 AM PST   0 • 1

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