Ticklish Poem

I have a friend her name is Heather
Shes loves it when i use a feather
Up and down on her ticklish soles
When I'm going to stop nobody knows
Her feet are a beautiful size 9
When I'm the Ler I have a great time
I love to tickle her from her head to her toes
Sorry baby this is how tickle torture goes
When i finish tickling I'm as good as dead
With her being a great tickler is what I dread
Tickling her is always a wonderful treat
No wonder I'm lover of womens barefeet