I adore your hair, and so many things about it

Long or short, unkempt and unruly or coiffured and curated

Running my palm across the surface

Burying my fingertips deep through the layers

Grabbing a handful with playful intent

The finely tuned fronds around your nipples that stand in worship and awe as your arousal peaks

The almost invisible blond line that divides your navel and betrays your nonchalance with every cool breath that meets it

Overgrowth on your underarm and the urgent need to breathe you in

Nesting my face in your wildness, your fragrance intoxicates me as my tongue explores every inch of you

Ropes of thick come slowly settling through your soft bush, inviting your sated-self to play in the soon-to-be matted mess.

The maturity of adulthood

The confidence to embrace the natural way of your body

The ownership of self