Thursday, January 3, 2013

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.

 This post is a part of the 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with


  1. The beginning two lines of the second last paragraph is bang on, wish all men can feel what they lack when they don't shave. A lovely read and all the very best dear :)

  2. Thanks Saru, I showed this to my husband so that he gets the hint ;)

  3. witty one...message really well put