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Click here"But I like you better without the beard."
She said to me as her full lips pouted
Whiskers ran against her face, words doubted.
“I know you like them.” Mockingly I jeered
She pushed me back and struck my chest lightly
“Not one more kiss until you shave them off.”
My pride came up quick, “Never shall I doff
These symbols of my manhood. Not rightly!”
Smiling she said, “I don’t need it nightly”
Jaw drops. How dare she think I am so soft!
The fuzz on my chin may be, but not I!
Alas, to her promise she kept tightly
And while outwardly I would laugh and scoff
Inside pressure built up to reach the sky
A week later it was as I so feared
I came to her, my resistance routed
Sitting on my lap she smiled, flouted
My poor sad face as my whiskers she sheared
And as we lie in bed, she is not shy
Reminding me that I am still a guy.
your sense of wording and timing is showing (besides your chin)
quite nicely (the words, not your chin)