I like long hair
not on me on others I like the way it brushes noses
the way it covers eyes they way you can see me
through strands
your facial expression when you pull it back
it brushes my neck when you kiss me
and paints my shoulders when you
stand above me
let me run my fingers through it
it is wet and plastered to the nape of your
neck it makes me nervous
I desire it
I think about the dirty things
I want you to see me do
through your hair
I want to do them you
I dream about the each individual strand
tickling my breasts and separating
around my nipple
down my stomach
smashed against my thighs
I can't stop
I am obsessed with the smell
texture color
I want to wrap my fingers in it
white knuckled and control your
movements
force your mouth to my lips
to my body
I can't stop thinking about you
watching you
through my
hair
