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BARBER
The tinkling of the bell
striking the door as I enter
announces my arrival
a weak but welcome fanfare
All of the five barbers,
Asian ladies save one
slightly surly Hispanic women,
with a glance
acknowledge my arrival
With laser-like focus
I look to my barber
a petite Cambodian
first chair nearest the window
and, as always, with a customer
She happily greets me
through a broad smile
her cute melodic voice
assigns my place in the queue
“you’re number three”
an inevitable wait
for which I am prepared
settling into my book
Rising to my feet
as number two pays
she motions to me
saying “how have you been?”
as I sit down, she continues
“I knew you were coming today”
a white lie perhaps
I choose to feel special
She drapes the cape,
a great size equalizer,
over my bulky frame
it comes together with a snap!
I thrill as her hand grazes
the downy nape of my neck
Facing me
in her white barber’s coat
that accentuates perfectly
her delicate curves
she asks “the usual?”
to which I always respond, yes
As she proceeds to cut
I comment, with some dismay,
on the number of gray hairs
falling onto the brown cape
she tenderly reassures me
saying “you haves lots of dark brown left”
I grow younger
She grooms me
with mother-like
attention to detail
pruning my eyebrows
exfoliating my ears
saying “I make you look handsome”
I am, for that moment,
the most important man in her life
Onto her finely crafted
porcelain white hand
she dispenses a dollop
of hot shaving cream
I wait with hungry anticipation
to feel her fingers painting
the manly scented, silky balm
over my ears and on my neck
then carefully she scrapes my skin
smooth with a straight razor
Turning she retrieves
a hot moist towel
wiping away the residual cream
the gates of heaven then open
she begins massaging my scalp
lingering on my temples
the feel of her tender touch is indescribable
a sensation I have not felt
since my last visit
Her soft and yet surprisingly strong
hands move down my neck
where with concentrated intensity
she kneads my shoulders and arms
the chair shudders
swaying back and forth
with each lunge
it is then I say
“you have magic in your fingers”
and “I should come here every morning”
to which she invariably giggles
In exultation I close my eyes
she appears before me
her uniforms falls to the floor
revealing her nakedness
black hair cascading over
alabaster shoulders
kind eyes peering through my soul
lips forming a wanting smile
erect reddish brown nipples
adorning her small, delightful breasts
Like the cape she drapes
her body over mine
in a much welcomed embrace
her soft lips meet mine
we are transported
to a quiet hut on an island paradise
gracefully she rises and falls
astride my hips
riding my wave
sweetly moaning
as with each thrust
I probe her deepest mystery
laying down on me
her nipples pierce my chest
Her hands leave my body
I awake to fluorescent lit reality
she brings a small hand mirror to my face
reflecting the back of my head
I say, as always, “perfect”
she removes the cape
I pay leaving a generous
yet, in light of her priceless care,
inadequate tip
“see you next time!”
she cheerfully says
as the bell signals my exit
into a life made much more bearable
by a seemingly insignificant
trip to the barbershop
striking the door as I enter
announces my arrival
a weak but welcome fanfare
All of the five barbers,
Asian ladies save one
slightly surly Hispanic women,
with a glance
acknowledge my arrival
With laser-like focus
I look to my barber
a petite Cambodian
first chair nearest the window
and, as always, with a customer
She happily greets me
through a broad smile
her cute melodic voice
assigns my place in the queue
“you’re number three”
an inevitable wait
for which I am prepared
settling into my book
Rising to my feet
as number two pays
she motions to me
saying “how have you been?”
as I sit down, she continues
“I knew you were coming today”
a white lie perhaps
I choose to feel special
She drapes the cape,
a great size equalizer,
over my bulky frame
it comes together with a snap!
I thrill as her hand grazes
the downy nape of my neck
Facing me
in her white barber’s coat
that accentuates perfectly
her delicate curves
she asks “the usual?”
to which I always respond, yes
As she proceeds to cut
I comment, with some dismay,
on the number of gray hairs
falling onto the brown cape
she tenderly reassures me
saying “you haves lots of dark brown left”
I grow younger
She grooms me
with mother-like
attention to detail
pruning my eyebrows
exfoliating my ears
saying “I make you look handsome”
I am, for that moment,
the most important man in her life
Onto her finely crafted
porcelain white hand
she dispenses a dollop
of hot shaving cream
I wait with hungry anticipation
to feel her fingers painting
the manly scented, silky balm
over my ears and on my neck
then carefully she scrapes my skin
smooth with a straight razor
Turning she retrieves
a hot moist towel
wiping away the residual cream
the gates of heaven then open
she begins massaging my scalp
lingering on my temples
the feel of her tender touch is indescribable
a sensation I have not felt
since my last visit
Her soft and yet surprisingly strong
hands move down my neck
where with concentrated intensity
she kneads my shoulders and arms
the chair shudders
swaying back and forth
with each lunge
it is then I say
“you have magic in your fingers”
and “I should come here every morning”
to which she invariably giggles
In exultation I close my eyes
she appears before me
her uniforms falls to the floor
revealing her nakedness
black hair cascading over
alabaster shoulders
kind eyes peering through my soul
lips forming a wanting smile
erect reddish brown nipples
adorning her small, delightful breasts
Like the cape she drapes
her body over mine
in a much welcomed embrace
her soft lips meet mine
we are transported
to a quiet hut on an island paradise
gracefully she rises and falls
astride my hips
riding my wave
sweetly moaning
as with each thrust
I probe her deepest mystery
laying down on me
her nipples pierce my chest
Her hands leave my body
I awake to fluorescent lit reality
she brings a small hand mirror to my face
reflecting the back of my head
I say, as always, “perfect”
she removes the cape
I pay leaving a generous
yet, in light of her priceless care,
inadequate tip
“see you next time!”
she cheerfully says
as the bell signals my exit
into a life made much more bearable
by a seemingly insignificant
trip to the barbershop
Published 5th Dec 2013
| Edited 8th Dec 2013
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5th Dec 2013 11:28pm
Wow, you don't miss a single detail, if only she knew the pleasure she brings to the chair. Love the fantasizing too. Excellent write:)
5th Dec 2013 11:58pm
Thank you Blue...it is a marvelous experience and I don't see her give every customer the massage :)
5th Dec 2013 11:50pm
I love this! Beautiful and eloquently written erotica, I like how when the narrator travels to his fantasy island paradise you say:
"gracefully she rises and falls,
astride my hips,
riding my wave,"
The wave, the wave, an expansion of the island and your flow begins to rise and fall like the sea as well. I love it, beautiful dreamscape, imagery, narrative, diction, and reminiscing ending. :)
"gracefully she rises and falls,
astride my hips,
riding my wave,"
The wave, the wave, an expansion of the island and your flow begins to rise and fall like the sea as well. I love it, beautiful dreamscape, imagery, narrative, diction, and reminiscing ending. :)
Thank you so much Hannah! This one simply flowed from my pen,,,it sounds a little depraved that my barber has to provide such human touch but such is life :)
9th Dec 2013 2:04am
Very beautiful, the imagery was fantastic! Job well done as usual my friend ;)
9th Dec 2013 3:24am
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9th Dec 2013 5:39am
Thank you so much, Mia! I try to transport the reader to the scene...tour bus poetry? For me it's all about stimulating as many senses as possible :)