He runs his hands through your hair
fanning it, bunching it, stroking it
pulling your head down onto him
you are joined together as one
you feel his love through his hands
The caressing of your scalp
The moment is tender
The moment is pure devotion
The moment is total trust
The moment is the here and now
his release from the pressure
you take it and consume him
you look up with love in your eyes
he knows you will always be there for him.
you rest you head on his chest
he runs his hands through your hair
you are his forever.
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