shaving...

When I pick up my razor
And glide it across my skin
I imagine it's your fingers
My thoughts all turn to sin

I ponder the possibilities
As you tickle my underarms
I'm amazed by your abilities
You have such a bedside charm

As I stroke my legs and thighs
So gingerly to avoid a nick
I seek the ultimate prize
Thus finishing the job so quick

I move a little higher
To my softest skin I dare
I work up quite a lather
And soon I've lost all care

My body stands at attention
As the foam begins to rise
My hand begins ascension
Making it drip between my thighs

I catch my breath and freeze
Focusing on this pleasure
Shaving with you is a breeze
A job I've come to treasure

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