tickler_n_black
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ha ha. yeah, i wrote this a few months back. its subject is being in love with a woman who you want to share your love of tickling with, but don't know if she'll reject you. enjoy if ya can.
from the broken blue crayon of TIB...
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A Strange Desire
I have a strange desire I fear to tell her
Its very source lives deep within me in shadow
At times it fully consumes me, controls me
And so urgently whenever my eyes behold her
She holds the very essence of life inside of her
Her smile, velvet lips and cheeks of rose
The brightness of her eyes protected by endless chestnut forests
Upon seeing her my desire comes forth without delay
And if I could only tell her of the way it makes me feel
Of the way it would make her feel
If only I could speak in her presence but my voice leaves me
Her untold beauty chases it from me time and again
Leaving me to tremble as I look upon her softness
In my desire she lays gently on a field of ever green
Her body not burdened with attire
The soft breeze passes over her curves on its way to the trees
With golden warmth the sun lends her ivory skin its approval
I approach and her eyes let me know she’s ready
As I kneel at her angelic bare feet her eyes gently close
I fear to touch them for they are so perfect
In color texture shape and scent
Her red nails shimmer in the sun as if ripened cherries
And if she could only understand the beauty of her arches
If only to understand the sensations I want to give them
Then I will have finally truly lived
The feather in my hand gently strikes her angelic peds
At first touch I see its affects, she struggles with stillness
Gliding the feather lovingly, deliberately between her toes
I see her mouth perform its first of many smiles
A smile so beautiful that all sound is sucked away, leaving me as deaf
Her smile is now my whole world and the feather is hers
Time stands still as I stroke her sensitive feet repeatedly
Sending erotic shivers of tingled sensations to her mind
Her smile and her laughter
Are intoxications I am unable to describe
I must have more now for I’ve come too far
Desperate to give her the sensations of the sweetest kind
Of the purest kind, and too much of them
As I move to her side she stretches her delicate arms over her head
Resting them on the grass which seems to bind them
Exposing her soft, deep, hollowed underarms
Does she really know me, could she really
Does she understand what I desire to give her
And what I desire to take from her
As the feather lays freely on the palm of my hand
The breeze lifts it from me and steals it away
I’m thankful for I must touch her with my own hands
The nearby tree whispers how badly she wants touch
How she loves touch in every form, in simplest form
Her body pulls my hands to her and I will not resist
My own fingers lightly dance in her underarms as she laughs
She does not resist the intense sensations, but passively gives in
As I stroke them with careful consideration her lips quiver in disbelief
Her laughter is surely the most beautiful melody ever played
As she opens her eyes I see it for the first time
How she understands my desire to tickle her flesh
Her eyes tell of a willingness to give into my desire
Her bare chest shows excitement and reaches out for more
She holds still for my desire though it overloads her senses
While my wicked fingers, purposely, tickle her flesh too much
For what seems only seconds my hands dance over her skin
From her delicate hips to her majestic underarms and down again
Her angelic mouth reveals exquisite pearls that praise the sensations
As the darkness of her wet lashes tear up with pleasure
I fear I may never stop, and does she even want it to
Somewhere this must be love in its purest form
And as I lightly stroke around and beneath her naval
I behold the excitement it brings forth in her
Chill bumps being born on her flesh in haste
Her body aware and craving my touch, this sweet suffering
I just have to know if she feels the way I do
If like me, she feels life itself exchanging between us
As I want to slide my fingers to her most erotic
To her most sensitive dwellings, and gently tickle, I realize
This is my strange desire that hides within me
For I wish I could share it with her as she is so worthy of it
This goddess, this most complete person to ever cross my path
And I must tell her
If only I could tell her
Of my strange desire
from the broken blue crayon of TIB...
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A Strange Desire
I have a strange desire I fear to tell her
Its very source lives deep within me in shadow
At times it fully consumes me, controls me
And so urgently whenever my eyes behold her
She holds the very essence of life inside of her
Her smile, velvet lips and cheeks of rose
The brightness of her eyes protected by endless chestnut forests
Upon seeing her my desire comes forth without delay
And if I could only tell her of the way it makes me feel
Of the way it would make her feel
If only I could speak in her presence but my voice leaves me
Her untold beauty chases it from me time and again
Leaving me to tremble as I look upon her softness
In my desire she lays gently on a field of ever green
Her body not burdened with attire
The soft breeze passes over her curves on its way to the trees
With golden warmth the sun lends her ivory skin its approval
I approach and her eyes let me know she’s ready
As I kneel at her angelic bare feet her eyes gently close
I fear to touch them for they are so perfect
In color texture shape and scent
Her red nails shimmer in the sun as if ripened cherries
And if she could only understand the beauty of her arches
If only to understand the sensations I want to give them
Then I will have finally truly lived
The feather in my hand gently strikes her angelic peds
At first touch I see its affects, she struggles with stillness
Gliding the feather lovingly, deliberately between her toes
I see her mouth perform its first of many smiles
A smile so beautiful that all sound is sucked away, leaving me as deaf
Her smile is now my whole world and the feather is hers
Time stands still as I stroke her sensitive feet repeatedly
Sending erotic shivers of tingled sensations to her mind
Her smile and her laughter
Are intoxications I am unable to describe
I must have more now for I’ve come too far
Desperate to give her the sensations of the sweetest kind
Of the purest kind, and too much of them
As I move to her side she stretches her delicate arms over her head
Resting them on the grass which seems to bind them
Exposing her soft, deep, hollowed underarms
Does she really know me, could she really
Does she understand what I desire to give her
And what I desire to take from her
As the feather lays freely on the palm of my hand
The breeze lifts it from me and steals it away
I’m thankful for I must touch her with my own hands
The nearby tree whispers how badly she wants touch
How she loves touch in every form, in simplest form
Her body pulls my hands to her and I will not resist
My own fingers lightly dance in her underarms as she laughs
She does not resist the intense sensations, but passively gives in
As I stroke them with careful consideration her lips quiver in disbelief
Her laughter is surely the most beautiful melody ever played
As she opens her eyes I see it for the first time
How she understands my desire to tickle her flesh
Her eyes tell of a willingness to give into my desire
Her bare chest shows excitement and reaches out for more
She holds still for my desire though it overloads her senses
While my wicked fingers, purposely, tickle her flesh too much
For what seems only seconds my hands dance over her skin
From her delicate hips to her majestic underarms and down again
Her angelic mouth reveals exquisite pearls that praise the sensations
As the darkness of her wet lashes tear up with pleasure
I fear I may never stop, and does she even want it to
Somewhere this must be love in its purest form
And as I lightly stroke around and beneath her naval
I behold the excitement it brings forth in her
Chill bumps being born on her flesh in haste
Her body aware and craving my touch, this sweet suffering
I just have to know if she feels the way I do
If like me, she feels life itself exchanging between us
As I want to slide my fingers to her most erotic
To her most sensitive dwellings, and gently tickle, I realize
This is my strange desire that hides within me
For I wish I could share it with her as she is so worthy of it
This goddess, this most complete person to ever cross my path
And I must tell her
If only I could tell her
Of my strange desire
