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Hairy Dreams : My entry for the Gillette 'Divine is You' Contest

This post is a part of the Gillette Satin Care contest in association with BlogAdda.com


She was with him in the moonlit shore and the ruffling waves.
Looking into the faces of one another,
they were engrossed in love.

When she drifted her gaze to the sand castles he had made for her,
she felt her happiness brimming and
it outshone in her face through her wide smile.

He gently caressed her cheeks with his masculine hands,
warm and soulful was his touch,
when her arms met his to hold,

"Scrunnnnch" it rubbed on his,
hairy, rough and barely fluff it was,
he took away his hands with an awkward smile.

Hairy hands don't work when in love,
I WISH I HAD OPTED FOR MY HAIR REMOVAL, NOW,
Oh, Gillette! Where are you my love?

You save my day with your smooth blades,
they penetrate through my hairy arms,
make them soft and give them charm!







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  1. that was a very beautiful one.

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  2. now men are also expected to do this??crazy topic for a competition!!

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