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I close my eyes as she begins,
To sway her figure about my body,
She asks me of my desire,
âAny way you like it, we both smile.

And she is leaning against me,
And stroking my porcelain skin,
And in the mirror, to my surprise,
Her lingering glance meets mine eyes.

And I feel her restless hesitation,
As she is struggling with her understated job.

Her fingers move, the scissors sway,
At length, my hairs are trimmed away.