A Beautiful Girl Who Combs Her Hair
Awake at dawn
She is dreaming about her
Figure and hair,
But most importantly
Fragrance of spiling hair,
Half sandal wood,
Taking the brush and combs all the nappy kinks out of her head,
a pool of light standing on
The king size bed
Loosening her hair
Staring at the mirror constantly,
She watches the mirror
In a daze,
She then gets her aromatic
Silk oil and rubs it on her hair over her yellow blonde hair,
Drop the jade comb, no
Pushing the coils into place,
Shining blue black stuff
The jewelled comb will hardly hold it.
Spring wind makes her restless.
Eighteen and her hair is so thick and blondy. She wears herself out fixing it.
She fixed it now
The whole arrangement in place. Bouncy and beautiful as ever. Sexy on top of that.
She's nude, and puts on her
Cloud patterned skirt,
She leaves the room turning
away without a word.
Where is she off too?
Down the steps to break a spray, and out the door she goes
and gets in her boyfriend's red mustang and drives away to find her destiny.
How do you like my hair baby? She asks her boyfriend.
Uhm, baby it looks like you gonna need another comb because it still looks nappy and tangled, her boyfriend told her.
WHAAT? She snaps, and then turns away from him staring at her beautiful blonde bouncy hair in the car blowing out the spring wind.