Rhyme and Reflection

She sat in front of me in the train
with her shampooed but still damp hair
Oozing a sweet smell of water and her
Unaware I sat behind watching her hair

She moved her hands through her hair
sending a sexy shiver down my spine
Totally attracted was I
the way she brushed those delicate twine

A few strands refused to sit just that way
moving to a more natural shape without care
making her all the more beautiful
with those stubborn dry and wet hair

She moved her head to and fro
tossing those curls here and there
In tune with the book she read
those locks took new shape in the fray

The morning sun glistened through the tresses
adding a delicate luster to her wet hair
making me want to touch and give kisses
to those lovely and beautiful jet black hair