a lovers caress at the hairdressers chair

The black hairdresser ran her fingers through the customer’s thick, dark hair, her touch as delicate and sensuous as a lover’s caress. She slid the brush slowly down their back with slow, deliberate movements that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through them. Her hands moved expertly and gracefully, creating beauty from chaos in a way that was both mesmerizing and satisfying. The customer felt like they were in a dream, lost in the beauty of the moment.