Brush (an acrostic poem)

 

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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Cute (an acrostic poem)

Cuddling her close, Derrick enjoyed her warmth

Under his light touch, she purred with pleasure

The night was young and the two of them were curled up on the couch together

Even though Derrick was allergic, he still loved his kitty

 

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