Hair, Hair, Long Beautiful Hair
I just love the long, dark, preferably curly or wavy hair of a femme.
Seeing a femme's long, dark hair, Reminds me of a beautiful waterfall and waves in the ocean, and beautiful fluffy waves of clouds in the sky.
Just watching a femme brush her long hair mesmerizes me for a moment.
I actually enjoy when a femme fusses over her long hair, saying at times that it has a mind all its own.
I enjoy watching the way that the weather affects a femme's long hair.
How the femme's long hair flows and moves in the wind.
The rawness of a femme's long hair when I get the pleasure
of feeling her hair between my fingers,
when her hair is wet from a shower, or the rain.
How extra soft the femme's long hair feels within my finger's touch,
As the waves or curls makes different patterns,
glistening and sticking together because of the sweat from her skin.
This is usually the time when she is fussing that her hair is a mess.
But not to me.
I love all of the complexities as well as the simplicities of a femme's long hair.
I crave the sweaty wet feel of a femme's long hair on my face and on my body while we make love.
And how her hair makes different patterns that I can feel and see when I brush the sweaty hair from her face.
And I can even smell the scent of me in the femme's long beautiful hair,
from her making love to me.
I Enjoy the femme's natural body smell thru the locks of her long hair,
All mingled with the scents of her perfume or the shampoo,
or the hair beautifiers that she has put in her hair that day.
I love the fascinating way the femme's hair seems to change,
in thickness, body and shine,
When she gets her period or when she is pregnant.
I feel like a baby being cradled when I have my face in the femme's beautiful long hair-
Whenever I hold her in my arms.
My face surrounded by the comfort, softness and aroma,
of the femme's beautiful long hair.
But nothing beats the security that the femme feels,
while I'm holding her in my arms,
while we snuggle on the coach or in the bed.
Sometimes, I like to think that a big part of that femme's heartfelt love,
comes thru some kind of energy in her hair,
which is resting on my chest, my shoulder or under my chin.
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