Soft n Silky

Soft n Silky

Blowed, dried, brushed
Long and just washed

Fingers running through
Silky soft shiny hue

He approaches from behind
Twisted strands unwind

Fisted hands pull it back
She’s aroused at the act

The tug of hair makes her moan
What a feeling to have known

Surprised he let’s go
Hair drapes over him slow

Long strands around the shaft
Falling forward not back

Her tight grasp holds in place
The soft hair making a trace

In and out and up and down
Ready to spurt without a sound

Soon wet and sticky soaks the hair
As she moves the strands everywhere

Take a shower or a bath
Soft n silky will be back.