When we meet this time
I want to feel your smooth tresses
in the fold of my trembling hands
those brown shades
bobbing on your countenance side to side
I want to gently nip it besides you ear
from time to time
and as your eyes get exposed
I want to feel your benign smile
oozing through your naked eyes
I will then softly rub my fingers between your curly locks
in my desire to see your cheeks gleaming pink
somewhere in the shadows of my visage
and as I will lean to smell the fragrance of your heavenly locks
I want to get entangled in your ringlets
the hair, you, me, silence and love

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