My girlfriend said wearing her spicy saucy grin.
As she headed for the top beauty salon
My nerve-wracking hair anxiety did begin.
I love my baby’s long thick brown amorous hair
I nuzzle and I stroke her cute abundant curls
I grab luxuriant fistfuls when we make hot love
As a fevered passion for my alluring girl unfurls.
I love my darling’s special brunette coif
I cherish her ponytail and waves so subtly lush
To gaze at such a wondrous head of hair
Can make a man’s cheeks pink with blush.
“Don’t do it!” I implore with a dollop of shame
I know I am such a very egocentric selfish man.
My brunette beauty giggles departing gleefully
With her tousled gorgeous head of hair—I am a big fan.
To lose six-inches? Or even more I fear,
Is truly my despair and will be love’s pure disaster!
If she cuts it short, cuts it all off—a perky pixie do?
I will pray and pray it grows back faster.
I know I should love my treasured darling,
No matter the length of her ornamental locks
But if my heart speaks ever truthfully
I love her in long hair and fetching flowery frocks.
“You’ll love it short and pixie,”
She says with such calm sincere aplomb
Not knowing how her teasing jabbing jest
Creates havoc for her man’s heart—like a bomb.
I fretfully frown in my lover’s hair despair,
Thinking my lot in love and her hair is lost.
My sexy girlfriend is off to an expensive salon
The huge bill rendered will not be the only cost.
I sit and mope morosely about our doomed house
In my short hair induced gloom and depression.
I’m perturbed wondering how my special darling will look
When she returns and reveals her new impression.
I hear her car arrive. I can hear her car door slam,
The butterflies in my tummy fly about insane
The anxious anxiety I feel inside is so intense
It’s a kind of long hair lover’s tormented pain.
The front door swings opens and there she is
Imagine my flustered face—frankly my total shock.
It’s all still there, my lover’s lush long hair,
My jaw gapes in total disbelief; I cannot talk.
She giggles and she smiles in sunny girly mirth
As I realize her perky ploy has been entirely a ruse.
In one scoop I sweep her into my hungry arms
Her new blonde accented coif has lit my sexual fuse.
Cradled my princess touches her new amazing “do”
She purrs and grins in kittenish female delight.
“Do you like my new blond highlights, baby?”
I grin ever so widely as you know a man might.
I’m angry, ashamed and yet I’m saved: I chuckle!
I throw my damsel in distress over my shoulder
She yelps and giggles and pretends to struggle
My horny new hair desire is inflamed even bolder.
“You fooled me, girl!” I exclaim in conjured faux anger.
“You didn’t remove an inch!” I blusteringly fume.
I throw my pet playfully onto our bed.
