Loose strings

Tied in a half bun,
That brown curly hair
settled on your nape
which is wet and bare
It traces your cheeks
turning them pinkish shy
I wish I could do a trick
And be up there for a while
Few strands are quite naughty just like me
They are purposely swinging closer along with the breeze
I cannot wait like a clock to see when the hands will meet
Let me kiss you my love allowing our lips to deal about it freely

Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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