Ethereal hair blessed with angel’s grace,
Cascading off her shoulders lace after lace.
Her perplex figure invading my dreams,
Hair brushing over me like a rushing stream.
Captured by her precious silken hand,
Fingers filtering her goddess hair spreading full mass to strand.
Aphrodite’s jealous of her shimmering mold,
All the celestial admirers caught in the rapture that is her soul.