It's strikingly arousing
When I see you combing your tresses
When you lift your arms
Exposing your underarms
The smell of your sweet sweat
Distracts my senses
It's indescribably electrifying
When you groom your hair
After our love making
The slight display of your breasts
With teats erect
I feel like grabbing you from behind
And taking you again
And when the cascading tresses
Caresses the crescent moon on your waist
I die a million deaths
Only to see the sunrise
From there.
©LR
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