The Haircut

As she waked through the door I could tell by the look in her eye Exactly what she wanted and I would be the one to give it to her Sitting her down I wrapped her firmly and released the golden locks Which flowed like silk down her sides My well-oiled tool stroked its way thru her thick mat of hair Giving her what she wanted as best as I could continuing my motion First from the rear, the from the sides and finally from the front As I spun her around to see she begged for just one more inch Telling her I would do my best I obliged and finished shortly after As I uncovered her she rose from the chair beaming with satisfaction I asked if I would see her again, she did not respond I knew she would return again just as before and I would be ready.