Her hair smelled like the ocean sea spray in the air. Her skin smelled of the kitchen vanilla up the stair. The woman with the ocean in her hair.
You'd think she was an angel her body was perfection. Her breath was sweeter than any confection. Her full and supple breast was no man made invention. The woman with the ocean in her hair.
She claimed the world without even trying. I felt such sorrow when she started crying. When we made love I felt I must be dying beside the woman with the ocean in her hair.
bluefirerose · Mon Mar 31, 2008 @ 04:47pm · 0 Comments |