The woman with curly hair

It was a warm summer evening when the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon and dipped the sky a soft orange. Elena sat on the balcony of her small apartment, the soft breeze playing with her curly hair, which fell elegantly over her shoulders. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and there were no obstacles tonight. When darkness finally fell, the stars in the sky shone and underscored the romance of the moment. Suddenly the sound of a highsong guitar chord sounded in the air and she smiled as she noticed the neighbour — Philip, the talented musician whose melodies often kept her captive in her mind. A look from him, a game between the sparks of the first moment, ignited a fire in her stomach. Suddenly, their balcony was no longer just a place of peace, but a stage for the unknown. When she decided to wave at him, she felt the pulse pounding in her temples. Philip looked up and his eyes sparkled with interest. Undecided yet courageous, she stepped into the shadows and let her mind wander about what this evening might bring. The attraction between the two was palpable and she couldn't prevent her heart from racing as she waited for the moment when he would join her. Because as his silhouette moved closer, she felt the sweet shiver of desire. He finally stood in front of her, his muscles shimmering slightly in the dim light of the balcony lantern. “I've noticed you many times, Elena... your hair fascinates me,” he said and took a step closer to her. Her eyes became entangled and she felt the desire that was in the air. With a smile, she traced the course of her curls with one finger, as if she were aware of the effect she had on him. He took another step closer and suddenly the distance between them disappeared. His breath tickled her cheek as he whispered, “May I touch your curly hair?” She held her breath as she saw his hands approaching the delicate curl of her curls. Elena knew that this was the moment that could change everything, and at that decisive moment, her lust burned like a blazing fire. When his fingertips finally touched her strands of hair, a spark jumped over, shutting down everything around her for a heartbeat...