Love in her hair

[i]Embraced her figure drowning in the coldness of the dark sky,
Caressing his way down her face,
Hand traces the features of a talented sculpture
From the cheekbones
To the unadulterated lips
Finding himself gazing into those eyes
Holding an entirely new world in itself
It itself is an enigma.
Fingers run through the luminous strands of her golden hair
There is something beyond beauty that sleeps in those strands
Than the rest of the entire world combined, uncontrollably passionate,
Each strand wielding stories of youth and imperishable wildness,
drinking stories and late night rendezvous.
Trapped in the beauty,
The way her chest rises and fall with rhythm,
And hands curl around his own.
Finds himself craving her touch,
Thirsty for the fingertips trailing along his jaw line,
Or forging their way across the length of his chest.
He gets accustomed to capturing the gaze,
And momentarily forgetting everything around him,
Holding each other as close as possible,
Shutting his eyes to the world
And wondering
How it was possible to find anything as beautiful,
Before he met that face.