a villainous moustache

your moustache disturbs me.

clipped forks forced over chapped lips

with all those bristles, how must you see?

those whiskers are untrustworthy.

when we kiss, please be careful not to scratch this.

your moustache disturbs me.

could this be why women excite me?

soft cheeks channel my mouth’s moisture

with all those bristles, how must you see?

I watched you floss with it somewhat disturbing, don’t you agree?

I count the meals and calories caught in your beard

your moustache disturbs me.

claiming you want to see more of me,

you purchased a shiny, pink razor.

with all those bristles, how must you see?

shaved away the curls to capture my body.

altered my texture can you see me better?

your moustache disturbs me.

with all those bristles, how must you see?

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