Hair. That is something. Long, flowing, vulouptious hair. Blonde, oh I love the blonde, there is something refreshing about a head of blonde hair. The lighter the better. The sunny California gold, to the platinum. Brunette, yes brunettes are wonderful too. There is something seductive about a brunette that I can't put my finger on. Redheads, they are the source of inspiration for many a poem I have written. Knees weaken at the thought, of the strawberry blonde to the fiery head of hair that seems to ignite in the light.
Oh fair maidens. Milky skin. Like a porcelain doll. There is a beauty there that I can drink in with my eyes. I am victorian in mindset on this manner. Full soft lips, that can purr the wisest of philosphies into my ear on love and life. Oh. how enamored am I with the thought of her. How enamored I have been with many a woman. I remember each one distictly. I have written poems about each. And music for others. I can still hear each of thier laughter. Like music. It makes me smile.
And the Eyes. There is something about a womans eys. Deep, dark brown eyes. Eyes that you can get lost in, mysterious, yet caring. Blue. Like pools of water, or icicles, that shine with a vibrant life. Green. There is something lush and delicious about green eyes. I love gazing into womens eyes, if only for a moment. It's easy to get lost there, of all the place to get lost in, a womans eyes are the greatest.
So if you have some one who is the opposite of you, go give them a kiss, and look into thier eyes, and get lost in them.
If you don't. Then dream.
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