Tashie`s sexy mane of gorgeous night-black hair
is tossed in an arc, like moonlight
around her graceful neck,
swan-like, I cradle and stroke it
with my warm moist hand.
In the shower at midnight, she bends back her sexy hair
as it falls down, down, down to her waist.
I touch it with my lips, my eyelashes,
I run my nails down her back, my left hand fingers stroke her breasts
my right hand caresses her inner thighs...
As she shudders in delight then ecstacy as I massage oil into her
sexy hair.
She turns to face me,
our eyes meet,
our lips kiss,
our hips touch and gyrate....into the winter night.
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