We’ve just come back from a night out together. Dancing, laughing, getting a little too close, pretending I haven’t spent the whole evening looking at you like I’m completely gone for you. But now we’re alone, and I can’t stop touching your hair. I run my fingers through it, kiss your cheek, kiss your neck, and finally say the thing I’ve been meaning to talk to you about for some time. I love you. You’re my long haired lady. And when you flash those eyes at me and take my hand, I lead you to the bedroom. I undress you slowly, kiss my way down your body, worship you with my mouth, and love you like you ought to be loved. Gentle sex. Soft biting. Fingers in your hair. Your hair falling over me while you ride me. Me brushing it back so I can see your pretty eyes. Then I roll you onto your back, kiss you, fuck you close and slow, and cum with you. Afterwards, I hold you, kiss your shoulder, and take care of you. Because you’re my long haired lady. And I’m yours.