Auburn Strands
This was written some years ago, in the late Autumn, when the wind whistles at the windows and the rains are cold drops of silver that sting your skin. The air is still now and the Spring rains warmer with the kiss of the sun. Still, it’s one of my favourites. It came from a wicked little dream I had and the idea that one can truly be an instrument in the hands of a skilled and attentive lover. It was also meant to convey that pleasure can be imparted and enjoyed by any part of the body, not only those usually associated with love making. Don’t worry, no warnings for the faint of heart are necessary. It’s only an innocent bit of fun. Suggested song: When I'm With You by Sheriff SC/sc