Stubble Trouble

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.

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