I thought I prefer to see his face
With no beard nor mustache;
But when I saw him,
I knew I was wrong;
And all the ideas of him
Was gone from my head
I knew I was seeing the man that he is;
The raw, the 2 AM version of him
Is standing right in front of my very eyes
But I still got razor in my hand
And a cream;
I was waiting for my turn,
But when he came to me,
I just stared at him like an idiot,
Smiling,
Throwing a glance on his pretty **** eyes
Admiring the mess in his baffling face.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
I thought I prefer to see his face
With no beard nor mustache;
But when I saw him,
I knew I was wrong;
And all the ideas of him
Was gone from my head
I knew I was seeing the man that he is;
The raw, the 2 AM version of him
Is standing right in front of my very eyes
But I still got razor in my hand
And a cream;
I was waiting for my turn,
But when he came to me,
I just stared at him like an idiot,
Smiling,
Throwing a glance on his pretty **** eyes
Admiring the mess in his baffling face.
