I will explain if you'll let me share,
I hear better with your hand in my hair.
For all the things you mean to say,
All the thoughts you can portray,
Nothing can express it better,
Than your hand as its fetter.
A teasing tug, a gentle twist,
A firm grasp within your fist,
A soft caress, an angry shake,
Fingers dragging like a rake.
Whatever pleasure it may be,
Your fingers say it best to me.
'I want you here, not over there.'
'I want your lips everywhere.'
'I'll be gentle.' 'Take me deep.'
Or 'I don't want to hear a peep.'
Whatever passion you express,
I hear it louder through my tress.
A clench of growl, a stroke of groan,
A grasp is louder than just a moan.
Whatever your wish or command may be,
Your hand in my hair says it louder to me.