Her auburn tresses gently touch the water
I get amazed by the way god have golden her hair
and how when she became her own goddess
she goldens it
I imagine one tresses
made by my dark and obscure hair
that connects with hers
In one single thought
Sometimes I want to lose my fingers on it
And wash it as if it was my underwear
So different styles and movemnts she made
Now I just want to smell
Her scent
Her natural pheromones
Without need to wait for Time
To complete the request
I want to know every single hair that is in you
And in a hug
Tell you the stories they told me
about how creative you are and how it is to be living in your heavenly body
