I would gawk at the beauty.

I would let her sit on the bed and take a deep breath of the insanely flowery smell of the hair.

I would run her hair through my fingers letting them slip and fall.

I would run my cheeks against them to feel the softness.

I would get her and the hair on the pillow and gently lie on it to enjoy the silkiness.

I would feel the hair all over my body.

I would braid the hair and get lost in the twists and turns.

I would bun it up and oh..

Post nut clarity,

I would take close up pictures for a wallpaper.

I would wonder at the art that her hair is.

I would spend the night dreaming about her hair and what I could do to it and what I can do with it.

I would dream awake.

I would dream asleep.

I would dream her hair.

I would spoon her and let it flow all over my body again.

I would smell her hair again and the cycle continues....

Sigh!

Braidlover.