Shaving Dream

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Blogging girls give me ideas I've never had before.

Shave myself? Or have her wield the trimmer and the blade?

Where once I'd cringe and shrink, I think

I'm hard to hold the fancy back.

.

On my back I am! Hold my hardness, lover.

Click the trimmer on: we both feel buzzy vibes.

Now clip around the base of me,

Flirt lightly at the orbs.

Now:

Electric half is over so the handed half begins.

Slop on warmish water, let it flow onto the towel.

Squeeze out foam onto your palm, the shaving cream!

Try not to smirk, silly!

And easy on the razor –

.

My breath is taut, I daresn't move! Your

Hand scrapes off the trimmer-skipped whiskers.

Blade clogged? Rinse, and start again, and

Tilt my hardness left and right as

You expose external nodes and practice your fine art.

.

Now raise my length up navel high and get the underneath.

Next pour warm water over me and daub me tacky dry.

(Please excuse the love tow'ring over your work. )

Baby-soft!

Gift you've rendered both to me and you.

One last act completes the rite: nuzzle your face

Into my lap and, whisker-burn free,

Rub my shaft with your very face and take the manly

Foam of nature from my hardness, lick,

Then dunk the silky hardness inside your cheeks.