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Hairstylist Goes Masseuse
Hairstylist Goes Masseuse
Molly the hairstylist takes up massage
She blazes a trail of sensuality
Across my chances that were slim
Back when my shoulders
Were the only game in town
Until my posterior becomes a touchpad
That would make any laptop proud
Upon which she signals my libido
With an SOS of the heart:
“Let me be the one touched” she cries
Molly the hairstylist takes up massage
She blazes a trail of sensuality
Across my chances that were slim
Back when my shoulders
Were the only game in town
Until my posterior becomes a touchpad
That would make any laptop proud
Upon which she signals my libido
With an SOS of the heart:
“Let me be the one touched” she cries
Published 11th Nov 2020
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11th Nov 2020 6:28am
Sure many a man's dream of having more than his hair under a hairdresser's fair hands.
11th Nov 2020 10:49am
Now I feel more normal my friend! Yes, I bet you are exactly right. Much appreciated my friend.
John
John
