H a i r

Better the devil you know... Well once you get used to someone you realize they're no devil at all. You might find they're a pretty swell guy.

Anyhow, here's a new 300 and possibly the beginning of a new series inspired partly by one of my favorite devilishly handsome, talented & taken photogs... But only time will tell if it becomes more. I won't be using all his images this round. I'm inspired to shoot my own. Thank you! 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Tuesday 

 

He says the way it falls just below the small of my back reminds him of the first time we met. But I say nothing. Keep brushing and listening to the sound of his words. Reminiscing because it’s Tuesday instead of Wednesday and he thinks I forgot what day it is. I could never forget. But he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t need to know that while I’m smiling like a Cheshire cat about to purr for another taste of sound from his tongue. 

 

Sounds they spill out quietly as he takes the brush from my hand. Gently he brushes the length of my hair and tells me the rest of the reason why he’s taken a trip down memory lane. Between strokes he mentions the color and curls that caught the light from the lamp before telling me how much he loves me. I know he loves me and it’s more than apparent without him telling me. Each gently stroke of the brush sends a small warmth down my back. 

 

The warmth of his hands brushing against my neck reminds me of how much I’m going to miss him. I’m already missing that face, those hands, his mouth and the sound of his breath. Soft sighs escape between whimpers and I know that he’s already thinking that I’ll be gone too long. I know I shouldn’t stop him but I can’t help but reach for his face. All I want to do is get lost in his eyes the same way we got lost the first time we met in that dark colored room between the most beautiful lights. I want to lose him in a kiss that lasts for all eternity in a memory that we can travel to through words when I return to him without delay.