Cafune - running your fingers through your lover's hair

In a loving act of Cafune

The girl petted her lover

When he left all his shyness

And came to her for cover

In her he found a loving soother

A friend who could just be

He could not think any further

For he could not any other see

The cafune run of the fingers on hair

Brought him out of all the despair

In minutes he was the macho again

All it required was a loving care


:-) DKB