Caress her Tresses

Caress her tresses,

And feel the mystery

That she hides behind

Her braided beauty,

Each curve of the silky hair

protects a secret

Wrapped in the black tress

As the divulges in duty.

Caress her tresses

To get closer to the piece of

The tangled, puzzle maze

One that will open a window

With each untangled layer

And somewhere deep within,

While you keep caressing,

You will hear a murmur

Of gratitude in silence

And then you will feel saturated

To have willows smiling

At you form the tresses.