She has brunette curls
Moonlight so close and so bright for you, a glow with a blind.
Spooning those beautified curves from behind.
Silky waist submits, pressed against mine.
Finger tips gliding milky white softness.
Freshly scented sweet brunette curls
fill my dormant loneliness.
Nights alike now cold many obsolete...
You are right, intimate issues unresolved
Heartbroken expected, Yes I am wrong
Still I yearn for you in lonely tears
that stain my pillow of a million "I love You"