There are few things more sensual than having your lover was and brush your hair
it hung in great waves to my waist
He loved how it fell across his skin
when I slept with his chest neath my face
some nights he would surpise me
and do something wonderfully rare
he would sense the depth of my fatigue
and offer to wash my hair
To the kitchen sink we'd go
I would sit on pillows in a chair
He'd hold my head back just so,
and there he'd wash my hair.
He made the water just right
refreshing, warm and caressing
with hands gentle but comfortably tight
he massaged the shampoo like a blessing
he rubbed my temples and back of my neck
I was relaxed as a kitten without a care
He kissed my nose and my ears as he rinsed
spraying the water until it ran clear
then tenderly, he wrapped it to dry
then got out the comb and brush
and patiently untangled the mass
and with gentleness unrushed
combed and brushed that long, long hair
until our loved was flushed
and then we'd fall into each other
got our arms and legs a-mangled
and when we lay fullfilled and loved
I'd sleep with my hair all tangled
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 01:43
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He washed my hair when we were young
Back then my hair was very longit hung in great waves to my waist
He loved how it fell across his skin
when I slept with his chest neath my face
some nights he would surpise me
and do something wonderfully rare
he would sense the depth of my fatigue
and offer to wash my hair
To the kitchen sink we'd go
I would sit on pillows in a chair
He'd hold my head back just so,
and there he'd wash my hair.
He made the water just right
refreshing, warm and caressing
with hands gentle but comfortably tight
he massaged the shampoo like a blessing
he rubbed my temples and back of my neck
I was relaxed as a kitten without a care
He kissed my nose and my ears as he rinsed
spraying the water until it ran clear
then tenderly, he wrapped it to dry
then got out the comb and brush
and patiently untangled the mass
and with gentleness unrushed
combed and brushed that long, long hair
until our loved was flushed
and then we'd fall into each other
got our arms and legs a-mangled
and when we lay fullfilled and loved
I'd sleep with my hair all tangled
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 640 times
Written on 2007-02-16 at 01:43
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