North Carolina, USA
Laying back with my hair down,
the fingers run through my hair,
tingles egnite from my head down my spine to the tips of my fingers.
Tugging of my hair, is this abusive pleasure.
The tips press in circular motions to my sensative spots, behind my ears and the top of my neck.
Its a shot of ecstacy in waves with relaxing pleasure,
making me weak.
Talking to the Experienced.
So wise they speak,
telling the storys and the experiences they once went through.
I want to know this places,
live what they once went through.
I want to see the places of the past,
and the new places of the future,
hoping to pass mine on to another.
A soft smile relying a comfort within,