The boy with waterfall hairA Poem by a_methysteThe Boy With Waterfall Hair The boy with waterfall hair. I liked it. I felt for this sight. He grabbed my attention. I could see it all, His hair, NaturalThe boy with waterfall hair. I liked it. I felt for this sight. He grabbed my attention. I could see it all, His hair, Natural blonde, Straight, Flowing down over his elegant back. He had large long muscles, Visible in a gentle way. As he was wearing his own skin And a pair of blue jeans. His hair flowing down. Down to his waist. «What a beautiful shine», I thought. «A waterfall falling from heights.» He was lean and tall. Seeing this wavy, Golden, hazy waterfall. As he moved from one side to another, Playing the guitar. Aglimpse of it. Blonde, Flowing water. Flowing Ornament of this warm white sculpture. With the focus from the back. I still have in mind the image of the boy with waterfall hair, With the view from the white, nude, elastic back. And focus from behind, Elegant, Tricky, Stubborn, glimpse of light. How beautiful it is, to wear beauty!? © 2024 a_methysteReviews
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