Snip
I started small
Just an inch or two
It felt good so I asked for more
Keep going, I said
Are you sure? He asked
I need it, I said
Please continue
So he did and
I felt myself
Growing lighter
My heart beating faster
My breath coming quicker
Gazing in wonder as
He worked his magic
So many years in the making
With every successive
Touch of his hand
I moaned louder still
Take it off! I begged
Off it came
Cascading
Onto the floor
The whole thing was over
In a matter of minutes
Though the memory is
With me still
Every time I look
In the mirror
I can see his face
Smell his cologne
And hear the sound
He made
Snip
Snip
Snip …
As he expertly
Cut my hair
This entry was posted on October 25, 2009 at 10:29 am and is filed under Poetry with tags changes, haircuts, humor, metaphors, sex. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
October 26, 2009 at 1:57 pm
I love it! had me scrolling anxiously đŸ™‚
October 26, 2009 at 1:59 pm
Cool…:)