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.
Copyright © Donald Maher | Year Posted 2021
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