Hot lather shaves with straight razors : Erotic Poetry

Hot lather shaves with straight razors

“Get your butt, in my chair, boy!”

“I saw you, looking at your watch.”

“so, you think you shouldn’t have to wait?”

Every boy and man is equal in my chair

You just think you own the bank

“now wait your turn, behave”

I have those seven inch razor sharpened shears’

And that four inch straight razor, remember your outline

I will sharpen that razor on your turn, and take my time

Now that I know your in a hurry

If you behave you get that hot creamy lather and my cold blade

Or will I sharpen it on your turn, taking my swipes against my

Cut up leather

And this woman Master Barber

“is boss over her chair”

Now, that’s good boy, Now I, be good to you

“don’t be telling me how to cut your hair, I know how it looks better than you been cutting hair since I was

nineteen.” I know your waiting for me to bend over to peak down my blouse. And you never trim your eyebrows or nose hairs to get me, to bend over and do it. And if I catch you playing, with your-

Dedicated to my old 111 S Oakland my Barber shop in daz hood, by a University, this poem is dedicated to my favorite shrink customer, who drove a penis extender red corvette.

This poem is written in my real persona and I am really proud that I have had this honorable profession always in my cook book, its how I survived the real world, but I am now retired, or for now as a Barber.

WE called my barber shop THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH dedicated to Laverne~

By Terri aka master barber, shaves extrasensory

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