Putting her unadorned baggy white dress on
Leaving so much to the imagination that it hurt to even try to fantasize anything about her
And piling her hair up under her uninspiring hat
It gave the world the perfect vanilla picture she craved them to know
Nobody would expect the wildness contained therein until it was too late
Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience
Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser
Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular
Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.
Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.
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Couldn’t get her hair to behave
Opposite of that as a matter of fact
Might be because it had minds of its own
Because her snakes were mad she had tried to use a…
Keeping with the weird down under thing
In comes a fruit with hair that tastes kind of like a strawberry with a tropical twist
With a skin that could use a bit of a shave, while that isn’t too freaky
It was the fact you can eat the hairy part that made me shudder
He rubbed his bald head in frustration
All his follicles had rebelled so young
It made him wonder what he did to them to make them hate him
Really they just wanted to show off his head’s perfect shape
Black hair slowly pulled through his fingers
Releasing the locks he began to get to work
Unkempt snarls scraped by, but he gently unraveled them
Soon he was able to sweep his hands through easily
Her moans of pleasure reminded him how much he liked being a hairdresser
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She cuddled up in my arms
Obscuring my face with her long hair
For a second I thought I would complain
Then I realized what I had and my heart grew…
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Fraser combed his arm hair against the grain
Unleashing waves of golden amber hair to crash back upon hardened muscle
Rays of sunlight danced upon the same golden coat covering his back
Really he figured he should shave some of it off
Yet there was the fun of the mystique of being part werewolf that he enjoyed
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“Do you remember when they didn’t open automatically?”
“Of course I do. I’m older than you, you fool.”
“Obviously, look at your lack of hair.”
“Really? I’m going to kick you through one in just a second.”
“Man, just calm down. Back then, people, had jobs opening them.”
“And where the hell are you going with this?”
“Now my backup career is becoming extinct, and I never got one of the hats.”
Underwear discarded, he looked into the mirror
Glaring back at him was such a gangly mess of hair and confusion
Looking away he quickly got dressed
Yielding to his low self-esteem yet again
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