I love the feel of my hair
Long and soft
Clean and curling gently.

I recognise my pride.
But find it easy to dismiss.

I feel beautiful when my my hair is newly washed.
Alive, sensuous and wanton.

Drowning myself in its depths.
Imagining him running his fingers through it.
The scent intoxicating us both.

Wanton desire rises......
But there is no 'him'
Just a figment if my imagination.

Will I ever be brave enough?
I hope so.