The ‘T’ Factor (A Poem)


a simple color,

a single color.

Attractive in its own way,

Vanilla, all the same.

It became predictable and boring,

One day she asked,

What’s your “XXX’ fantasy?

And I quickly said, touching the black,

‘Another color please’

She loves the black too much,

And it’s hard for her,

To dye it another color,

Hence, in came

the ‘T’ Factor

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Photo by Luis Quintero on Unsplash

Now there’s red, blonde, brown,

And colors I can’t even identify.

Who knew?

Toupée could become our kink,

and my source to flavors other than vanilla.

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