With my hair unleashed,
strands fall to meet the crevices
of a sweaty neck.
See the black dye mirrored,
hands stained with disdain -
she watches.
A rendez-vous so scented,
slick with gazes squandered
loose after I wandered.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
With my hair unleashed,
strands fall to meet the crevices
of a sweaty neck.
See the black dye mirrored,
hands stained with disdain -
she watches.
A rendez-vous so scented,
slick with gazes squandered
loose after I wandered.
