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My Soft Locks

Come bring me your aching heart  
Where souls blended so beautifully like a Picasso's work of art  
Grasp your hand in mine  
Soaring as we once defined the creation of time  
Kismet Karma now stands so still  
Three wishes in life to covet thy will  
Hushed breaths are now at rest  
Stalwart passion drifts, yet  
Desires and rapture to the loins, to make one's handsome virility swoon and softly melt,
At best, mmm... tenderly felt  
My honeyed scent you shall always inhale  
Your last wish ordained as you toss that silver coin in that wishing well  
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 19th Feb 2021
Author's Note
I wrote this on Tuesday evening as I was getting my hair cut… it’s like a piece of me went with my natural locks, if I was in Haiti, this never would be permitted, we view, well my family does, hair as strength, devotion, and honor unto our Creator. I mailed what little strands and some locks I could accumulate from off the floor of my stylist's basement salon, and sent them certified by mail to my grann… Oo... I would not want to be a Ladybug on the wall once she gets it.., it was too heavy on my neck when I worked-out. I am in trouble that I know.. oh well that's life, right

Be advised this is a gif and the sun suppose to be streaming...

SKC
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