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Something About It

There's just something about it,
How he touches my hair.
Something that magically erases,
Every feeling of despair.

There's just something about it,
The feel of his hands,
Running down the length of it,
Vanishing all demands.

There's just something about it,
The feel of his caress,
Running over the smoothness,
Or the tangled mess.

Yes, there is just something about it,
His hands on my hair,
The feeling of love flows through me,
The kiss in his hands is there.

September 22,1999