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“The Ponytail”
He loved
everything
about
her
she had this
bouncy walk
that today
caused her
ponytail
to swing from
side to side,
her hair all
pulled up
tight
letting him
see
the soft
supple skin
on the back
of her neck
usually hidden
by her hair
this is what
has been
drawing his
interest today
as it looks
so baby soft,
the ponytail
not the normal
look
for her
and he’s trying
to decide
where it ranks
in her ever
evolving
changes of hair
styles
he’s torn between
categories
as just how
to rate it
is it a
professional
business look
or carefree
young girl
thing
he has plenty
of time left
in the day
no need to
rush
his decision,
he runs his
fingers
down the back
of his neck
and behind
his ear
softly touching
his skin
trying to see
if there is
any measurable
difference
in the softness
of his skin
there
his finger tips
lightly running
over
the same spots
that are now
exposed on her
neck
due to her
ponytail
but he can’t
seem to feel
even the
slightest
degree of
difference
from the touch
of his fingers,
he weighs that
in his mind
with the fact
that he has
short hair
and isn’t a
woman
and comes to
the conclusion
that it wasn’t
a fair
comparison,
he tries to
think about
her more familiar
features
the deep color
of her eyes
or that little
dimple
she gets
in her left
cheek
when she
flashes
that impish
smile
the only smile
in her whole
collection
that causes a
dimple
and always just
in her left
cheek,
but his eyes
won’t let his
mind
think of anything
else
stealing glances
in between
bobs
of her ponytail
of that usually
hidden territory
of her neck
spending
the rest of
the day in
frustration
stuck in the
middle
of undecided
on the issues
of her hair
style
and the true
feeling
of the soft
and supple
looking skin
on the back
of her neck
but he can’t
come up with
an answer
for either
one,
going home
today
he can’t stop
thinking
about her
hoping for just
one thing
to happen
tomorrow
and that
would be
that she
wears her
hair down…
Tom Allen…08-19-2018…
He loved
everything
about
her
she had this
bouncy walk
that today
caused her
ponytail
to swing from
side to side,
her hair all
pulled up
tight
letting him
see
the soft
supple skin
on the back
of her neck
usually hidden
by her hair
this is what
has been
drawing his
interest today
as it looks
so baby soft,
the ponytail
not the normal
look
for her
and he’s trying
to decide
where it ranks
in her ever
evolving
changes of hair
styles
he’s torn between
categories
as just how
to rate it
is it a
professional
business look
or carefree
young girl
thing
he has plenty
of time left
in the day
no need to
rush
his decision,
he runs his
fingers
down the back
of his neck
and behind
his ear
softly touching
his skin
trying to see
if there is
any measurable
difference
in the softness
of his skin
there
his finger tips
lightly running
over
the same spots
that are now
exposed on her
neck
due to her
ponytail
but he can’t
seem to feel
even the
slightest
degree of
difference
from the touch
of his fingers,
he weighs that
in his mind
with the fact
that he has
short hair
and isn’t a
woman
and comes to
the conclusion
that it wasn’t
a fair
comparison,
he tries to
think about
her more familiar
features
the deep color
of her eyes
or that little
dimple
she gets
in her left
cheek
when she
flashes
that impish
smile
the only smile
in her whole
collection
that causes a
dimple
and always just
in her left
cheek,
but his eyes
won’t let his
mind
think of anything
else
stealing glances
in between
bobs
of her ponytail
of that usually
hidden territory
of her neck
spending
the rest of
the day in
frustration
stuck in the
middle
of undecided
on the issues
of her hair
style
and the true
feeling
of the soft
and supple
looking skin
on the back
of her neck
but he can’t
come up with
an answer
for either
one,
going home
today
he can’t stop
thinking
about her
hoping for just
one thing
to happen
tomorrow
and that
would be
that she
wears her
hair down…
Tom Allen…08-19-2018…