The sunlight danced upon her tresses
And shone like Angels eyes
I had to reach and touch the silk
My soul inside me sighs
One finger twirling tiny locks
The ends shine brighter than the top
As my fingers lingered there
This touch I never wanted to stop
It is her crowning beauty
More beautiful than the rest
Remembering the feel of it
Brings a stiring to my chest
My fingers ran through golden hair
I watched as each strand did fall
Cascaded down to tender breasts
I sit and smile as I recall
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