Hair Lip

For a man of fair complexion,
stubble does little to impress,
it's faint trace almost laughable
until it's down beneath your dress

The bearded, burly carnivores
see them chomping at the bit,
their swollen bellies gurgling
and grabby with the tits

It's absurd lack of charisma
keeps the upper lip most bare,
but could it draw a curiosity
if he let it sprout some hair?

But the manly men will comment,
he'll be the target of their jabs,
but he's going to do it anyway
even if it turns out bad

If she's alarmed, he doesn't notice
she's content to simply linger,
an advancing kiss, which he don't resist
lands a dab of the first finger

Kneeling down beneath her hiked up skirt
the whiskers graze her gorgeous rounding,
and with the sounds that she is making
looks like the risk will earn a pounding