Stroking Her Hair

Peter Balkus

 

When I stroke her hair
she doesn't say a word,
pretending she doesn't notice,
doesn't care.

I pretend I stroke them
kinda randomly,
not thinking of anything,
not feeling anything.

When I stop,
I know she craves for more,
but she won't tell me,
no.

And when I stop
she bets I wish I didn't,
but she knows well
that I won't admit it.

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  • Simple-Man87

    Very well said. I enjoyed that very much.

  • Seek

    Sometimes we are weary if we admit to enjoying our partner stroking our hair, in case they think that we are asking for more. Silence can golden at times. Just enjoy it. Well written piece.

  • Adam Shirley

    Lovely piece, added to my favorites, well done.



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