I adore your hair, and so many things about it
Long or short, unkempt and unruly or coiffured and curated
Running my palm across the surface
Burying my fingertips deep through the layers
Grabbing a handful with playful intent
The finely tuned fronds around your nipples that stand in worship and awe as your arousal peaks
The almost invisible blond line that divides your navel and betrays your nonchalance with every cool breath that meets it
Overgrowth on your underarm and the urgent need to breathe you in
Nesting my face in your wildness, your fragrance intoxicates me as my tongue explores every inch of you
Ropes of thick come slowly settling through your soft bush, inviting your sated-self to play in the soon-to-be matted mess.
The maturity of adulthood
The confidence to embrace the natural way of your body
The ownership of self
