A Poem From The Heart Of A Ticklee
Feathers, fingers, brushes and ties!
A blindfold wraps around my eyes.
My hands are tied above my head
And my feet are bare and gently spread.
My heart beats a little faster
Fingers work and stroke my side.
My tickler wants my laughter
And my mouth is open wide.
My tickler uses feathers
In between my toes they slide.
Up and down my bare soles
His tongue does gently glide.
Oh, my laughter is so quiet.
Then my laughter is a scream.
My tickler spreads my toes apart...
His fingers in between.
Feathers, fingers, brushes and ties!
A blindfold wraps around my eyes.
My hands are tied above my head
And my feet are bare and gently spread.
My heart beats a little faster
Fingers work and stroke my side.
My tickler wants my laughter
And my mouth is open wide.
My tickler uses feathers
In between my toes they slide.
Up and down my bare soles
His tongue does gently glide.
Oh, my laughter is so quiet.
Then my laughter is a scream.
My tickler spreads my toes apart...
His fingers in between.