Twisting, twisting, twisting, and twisting

Your locks.  Your head rest on my thigh. 

As I twist each lock, you gently stroke my thigh.

In your locks there’s power.

There’s romance.

There’s passion.

I love the way the feel in my hand.

As I twist each lock. 

I am experiencing closeness that many never get the chance too.

The strength of your hair, hypnotizes me.

I long for this moment.

I twist your locks and you stroke my thigh.

There’s sensuality.

The whole atmosphere has changed.

No longer the cares of the world. /

Only you and I as I twist your locks and you stroke my thigh.

Sensuality without the sex.

We have connected on a whole new level.

Your hair has carried me away.

To some place safe, some place comfortable.

Your hand on my thigh.

 

 

 

 

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