Weave

Braid my hair,
Silky soft hands flow through them,
Just like water pouring, soothing
Let your touch caress the beautiful roots of my long long hair.
Fine, refined, stronger, beautiful,
Woven to the back just like you and your strength.
Your beauty transcends the physical; heart beat makes me sing,
Sitting between those silky, ebony, straight long legs
that stretch far beyond brings naughty imaginations to my head,
Stop! Am distracted as I see you elbows move in rhythm,
As you hum softly to my ears.
My head resting gently on your laps,
Working 9- 5 still taking good care of me,
My beautiful, strong, black woman.