Richard Muirhead (November 5th 1966 / Hong Kong)
HONEY BROWN LOCKS
HONEY BROWN HAIR
Honey dew, rays of sunshine fall upon
the silk of your shiny hair,
gently illuminating it in all
its radiant glory,
Woken up by nature`s rays, the warm
water cascades, washes tangles away so creams
and lotions beautify the flowing mass
of sensuous, surging waves
that I soon run my fingers through as I
blow dry, with you sitting on my lap,
Soon we lie on red satin sheets
And I whisper 'I love you'
As I thread a pink rose
Through those curls and waves.
So soon, gently kissing your curvaceous cheeks, lips, neck,
then I brush your hair lovingly, luxuriously,
in slow motion as we move to the jacuzzi
- a mirror above us........
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