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