12/22/11

The Gift
By Jan Aubrey


Even my hair
reaches out to tangle you....
Sweat dripped curls
cling to every pore you possess.
Ends split apart and twist
like a lovers body
in throes.
Strands slink through
quivering fingers
into crevices
of the forbidden.
At times.....
I desire only your death.
For my hair to slip around
your neck and strangle
softly.....
This mad love that
keeps lovers insane,
driving to the edge
of
doom.


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