The wild curls in her tresses,
Needed some serious taming.
Her face surrounded by the flock,
Cast a shadow on moonlit face.
To glance into pools of wet sands of her eyes,
I needed to move away the curls,touching gently.
As i touched she looked at me staring
Into depths of whirlpool of my confused thoughts.
She smiled and moved away to a lonely corner.
It was a turbulent night.
Next morning she was at the task again,
Curling her tender locks,
To trap some more in coils of her tempting tresses.