Hair

Hair

Tousled by the wind,

tangled in passion upon a sheet.

Draped over erect n*****s,

pulled back nice and neat.

Soaked with tears of pain,

hiding the sad that she feels.

Grasped firmly in your hand,

dancing across bare skin causing chills.

Dampened by spring rain,

twisted in moments and in thoughts.

Straight and then unruly,

whipped into a million tiny knots.

Auburn curls hang,

from pale shoulders with little care.

So much of life captured,

in the strands of her hair.

Rainee

Reviews

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Rainee Whiting.

This is very poetic , and informative, writing which I find beautiful.

[Rainee Whiting]

Thank you!!