It is such a glorious night,
The moon shining so bright,
It has to be fate,
On this perfect night, you and I are on a date.
You inch closer to me,
“Kiss?” your eyes ask, I agree.
You put your arms around my waist,
Slowly, I say, let’s not spoil things by haste.
The perfect night is just an excuse,
Our first kiss is the real reason I deduce,
You bring your face closer to mine,
But all I do is cry out in pain and whine.
Oh Man, why can’t you shave, I quip,
How would you feel if I grow prickly bristles on my lip?
When you run your fingers on my chin, all you feel is skin smooth and shiny,
When I give a peck on your cheeks, I feel the pricks of pins so spiny.
Ashamed, you bow your head and walk away,
Only to return a few minutes later, walking with a confident sway.
I see that my grumbling has made your heart faze,
Cause you and your stubble have parted ways
So finally we have our perfect first kiss,
Which, if you hadn’t shaved, I would have given a miss
So now I know what makes you crave,
All it takes is a kiss as a bait to make you shave.