Blondes
Is there nothing brighter than a blonde
when wisps of hair glow gold.
When nothing warmer than their skin
will make you long to hold.
A look to stun your consciousness
that beauty seems as love.
This stranger for a moment more
could be worth dreaming of.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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