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When I stumbled across the word "Cafuné" meaning "to tenderly run fingers through hair" or more literally "head caress" I just had to write down what came to mind.

Submitted: October 23, 2008

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Submitted: October 23, 2008



My best friend and my lover, you’re all that I want.

Your eyes aglow softly, you know how they taunt,

Your lips so majestic, they glisten with grace,

But then, my poor eyes, they fall from your face.

From there to your silken threads, I must confess,

Even the breeze just can't help but caress,

The sun cannot, from them, hold back its rays.

The angels, all jealous, are tempted to praise.

My hands, how could they, help but to reach,

For the softness, the beauty, the treasure so deep.

Your hair, as I write, it invokes inspiration,

See? My rhymes even gain a stronger formation.

So lady, if you please, just let down you hair,

And I promise to with it take greatest of care,

Bind it up, not, in a tail nor a bun,

‘Cuz you know with it down, you’ll ne’er be outdone.

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