Her Hair Blonde
When I gazed into those chocolate-brown eyes
and saw something newly wonderful
in her energy;
(such roar!) in her voluptuous volcano
a brewing tenderness ----
her Man would be ravished in her love,
faint to find anything else;
But pearl-doves and soft things
in the hardest of him,
faint to back away, empty
but to hold her!
Drifting, in chocolate-brown eyes....
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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