She cannot help

She tells him that she cannot help but play
And strum to see if, from the melody,
Her delight can lie in the constancy
Of movement, as her hand is wont to stray
In close proximity to those fell parts,
Which entertain her fingers and her palm;
And excite her, but ruffle inner calm;
While she is dreaming of a touch that smarts:
It adds new moisture to fluidity;
It makes her keen and wail with the best -
So pleasure slowly builds and gently swells;
Let heartbeats pound out loud, excitedly,
Until, finding the summit, she'll attest
She cannot help but do just as he tells.