Sixty Minutes

60 Minutes

She had visited the hairdresser that day
It was a regular appointment which
Would arouse her

Each time her hair was dressed
Her mind would entertain thoughts of undress
As he washed and massaged her

Just an hour
It was all she wanted, all she needed
Sixty minutes
Of another kind

“Thank you”, she blushed as she paid by credit card
I’ll see you again in a fortnight
I’ll be here, I’ll be present, I’ll be coiffured


Sue McKay
Loving life as I boldly go where I've never been before. I'm a writer, photographer, and business owner of Kick It To Me Enterprises with a Grand-Canyon-sized vision involving my Nikon, sport, and my blog.

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