perhaps it was the way you tied up your brown, wavy hair all the way back. nothing exquisite; just a piece of rubber band or a humble hair clip. the nape of your neck peers from between the collar of your white blouse and your wildly beautiful hair.
i have worshiped those strands of hair that evade your tiny hands, those that gracefully fall on the side of your face unnoticed. somehow your eyes grow wider with those silent strands framing your face.
and when they finally dance around too much, too much that you finally notice their play, a discreet pair of fingers gathers them and tuck them behind your pink ears...
but where do they really belong? where do those precious brown, unruly strands really find home? free, wild and careless, carried by the wind wherever it pleases? or bundled up in neat braids behind your head?
i have always thought that somehow, sometime when we grow older, i will wake up everyday smelling the scent of your hair.
until i saw you holding her hand; hers gently caressing your hair, lips whispering something that can only be "You're mine."
Sunday, April 15, 2007
scent
you smelled of sweet, freshly laundered clothes; clean and innocent.
i saw you standing there near the glass panels waiting for me. your hair was the usual unkempt, pointing-to-ten-different-directions style that you usually had. that was the first time i saw you then. you had a ready smile. your puppy eyes too darn beautiful to resist. then we went inside.
imagine a family size pizza that's good for two. yeah, we ate it all. drawing silent and secret deep breaths to calm the excitement, i was able to get a whiff of your scent.
you smelled of sweet, freshly laundered clothes; clean and innocent.
a few nights later, i was able to slowly undress you; peeling away at the pieces of cloth that frame your brown body. with your muffled moans, my pale fingers traced fine lines on your shivering skin.
suddenly there was wild fire on your once innocent eyes. sweat and musk, your body was aflame. and the heat was contagious. i made furious and tender love to you.
you, lying there languorously recovering from post-ejaculatory triste, with the smell of sex emanating from the sweet secret places of your body...
while your sweet, freshly laundered clothes, clean and innocent, were everywhere on the floor.
i saw you standing there near the glass panels waiting for me. your hair was the usual unkempt, pointing-to-ten-different-directions style that you usually had. that was the first time i saw you then. you had a ready smile. your puppy eyes too darn beautiful to resist. then we went inside.
imagine a family size pizza that's good for two. yeah, we ate it all. drawing silent and secret deep breaths to calm the excitement, i was able to get a whiff of your scent.
you smelled of sweet, freshly laundered clothes; clean and innocent.
a few nights later, i was able to slowly undress you; peeling away at the pieces of cloth that frame your brown body. with your muffled moans, my pale fingers traced fine lines on your shivering skin.
suddenly there was wild fire on your once innocent eyes. sweat and musk, your body was aflame. and the heat was contagious. i made furious and tender love to you.
you, lying there languorously recovering from post-ejaculatory triste, with the smell of sex emanating from the sweet secret places of your body...
while your sweet, freshly laundered clothes, clean and innocent, were everywhere on the floor.
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