Poetry In Motion-When I Let My Hair Fall

Blue feather

When I Let My Hair Fall

When I let my hair fall There is a feeling I can’t describe at all My eyes slant and squint a little more My cheeks rise into that smile that you adore

When I let my hair fall my lips are fuller My ears become tuned to what they hear I am conscious no more of the things that I fear My hair is my strength to believe in all things

When I let my hair fall my mind rises I am safe in the spoon of your love Entangled with you every sense is awakened I blink my eyes to lock into my mind this moment

When I let my hair fall nothing else matters I am lost from the touch of your fingers up my spine You filling me is the only thing on my mind Anticipation takes over me, and I lose

When I let my hair fall, I am looking down at you Wisps of it touches your face We are lost in that fulfilling place Sensual volatility electrifies us

When I let my hair fall we both love the way it smells It is the only clothes we wear We are not distracted. Instead, we are guided there That space, you know the one, and kiss it

When I let my hair fall the message is always clear.

The Writer

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