Hair

Hair

Pulled tight in a hand, it gives you great control, twisted mixed with fingers, when ownership's your goal

Use to direct that certain someone, you can guide them too and throw, push them down upon their knees and they would have to go

In the throws of passion, its wet from sex made sweat, dripping droplets down your face, the hotter the sex gets

Entangled in a lovers hand, as they pull you in so tight, hands pressed into your head, you feel their love tonight

Total control is what they have, with a handful of your hair, they can take you where they like, lead you any where

Flowing locks so beautiful, no one would ever tell, how important it is in passion, to hold to pull to smell

Oh the smell of sex within your hair, a aroma made of lust, drives on desires, for some it is a must

The control, the feel, the look, the smell, the wonders of your hair, all gone when you shower, i think thats so unfair

All washed and blow dryed, no one could ever tell, we just had a awesome night, now there's no of us to smell

Ron