__________by Lisa Mamou

It was 8oclock as I went to pick up my date
A trip to the barber had made me late
I rushed up the stairs and rang the bell
One look at my head and she forgot to give me hell
My goodness, how ever did you dare?
What in the world possessed you to cut your hair?!
I just shrugged my shoulders, I could tell she was pleased
She was just in a mood where she wanted to play and tease
"Can I rub your head?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye
"Can my head rub you?" was my reply
Lisa, she laughed, you're such a silly child . . .
No, no I said just imagine; it could be wild
Think of my smooth pate moving from up to down/right to left
Brushing your skin as my tongue tastes from your neck to your cleft
Imagine my head laying on your tit
One nipple gets rubbed while the other gets bit
Smooth skin to skin as I play with your navel...
You're too much she said as she leaned against the table
I stepped between her legs and in her ear I did sigh
Imagine my bald head caressing your thigh
Imagine my bald head running up your spine
Imagine my bald head entangled in your vine
Imagine my bald head upon your lips
Imagine my bald head lightly rubbing your cli...
She grabbed my head and started to moan
Let's just see where your head can roam
Well, the story doesn't end there but it's best that's all that's said
Except... the womon bought a razor and now she shaves my head!

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