her hair as natural to me
as grass or flowers
waving in the wind,
soft to my touch,
teasing my fingers,
as i run my hand
through its warmness
feeling the skin
rising below
quietly wishing
i could know her thoughts
moving fingers
slowly slightly
dare i
lower still,
until she,
taking my hand in hers,
presses gently but
firmly and then
she smiles, and...
i know
Donovan Baldwin