A Stubbled Set

Five o'clock shadow
comes early every day.
My secret smile frowns.

Upside down lay we,
six on bottom nine atop,
mouthing our pleasure.

Your stubble scratches
my skin so nicely but oh!
My lips do bite back!

Though freshly shaven
in the shower that morning,
my hair pricks thy tongue.

Ecstasy climbs high,
all guilt ridden thoughts perish,
your cum I swallow.

In the afterglow,
while lapping up your dribble,
my mind is made up:

When next the urge strikes
to become completely bare,
for your lips I'll wax.