I LOVE THE SMELL OF CLEAN WET HAIR.
RIGHT FROM THE BATH OR SHOWER.
SITTING BEHIND YOU, RUNNNG MY FINGERS THRU IT, DRYING IT WITH MY SOFT
BREATH, FOR HOURS.
I LOVE THE COLORS, SO MANY COLORS, YOU HAVE AROUND YOU.
TO SIT AND WATCH YOU MOVE AROUND,
LIKE A BREEZE, IS WHAT I WANT TO DO.
I LOVE LAUGHTER, THE HONEST SINCERE
LAUGHTER, THAT COMES FROM YOUR HEART.
JUST TO HEAR IT ONCE A DAY, CAUSED BY ANYTHING, WOULD BE A START.
I LOVE ANYTHING THATS FREE, NOT MATERIAL, BUT THE WOODS, THE STREAMS,
THE SUN AND RAIN BUT MOST OF ALL YOUR LOVE.
AND FOR THAT LOVE, YOUR NEVER ENDING LOVE, I THANK GOD ABOVE.
BUT THE SMELL OF YOUR WET HAIR...
I THINK I COULD DIE FOR.....
A. Joe Hickerson
05-30-00
