The Man In Her Hair

He floated down unto her bed,
Just so he could lose himself
Getting tangled in every hair on her head

He weaved silky prose into her dreams,
A majesty too good for her to believe
He had resort to many extremes

Throughout the night she tossed and turned
She was so tired and weak,
Her greatest defense had been burned

She tried so hard to brush him out,
But he ruthlessly held on
He was persistent beyond any doubt