Hello my little lovely, all caught up in a bind
I wonder if you’d join me in a losing of the mind?
I brush back your silky golden hair and whisper in your ear
Mixing sweet anticipation with the sultry thrill of fear
Down each helpless arm my finger draws a careful, loving stroke
By the way you snap about my fingers ought to smoke
Teasing you with whispered words and the tickling of my breath
Listen as I call your name, my dear Eli-za-beth….
Carefully with my nimble tongue, your little ear I taste
As my fingers trace a little laticework a-heading to your waist
Know that I’m a master at the artistry of nerves
As I command your little body to display my favorite curves
Arch this way and tremble as I lead you through this dance
Up and down your body feel my dextrous fingers prance
Arms and sides and tummy feel each devilish caress
Little lines of pleasure that excite you to excess
Broad satin bonds hold hand and foot so soft but will not yeild
As you struggle on that silken net where nothing is concealed
As I draw my fingers ‘cross your tummy you mumble gagged protests
It quivers so delightfully; lets get to know your breasts
I feel your heat upon me as your skin begins to flush
Down your neck my kissing lips so ever lightly brush
It’s so absolutely effortless, the teasing of your skin
Who’d imagine what great forces that it conjures up within?
But the fondling of the female foot is an art that I have mastered
And in tickling ‘neath the waistline I’m quite the vicious bastard
Did you know the foot has nerves found elsewhere only in the clit?
And so a proper bit of fondling is sure to get you lit
About your hapless footsie feel my expert fingers glide
Try so very, very hard my girl to find a place to hide
Those secret little sweet spots so patiently I seek
As I watch your muscles quake your will so very weak
Your eyes are speaking loudly dear, a-dropping perfect clues
You help me as I tease you and I think I’ve lit your fuze
There is only one kind of pleasure that is really, truly pure
That’s the kind that goes so far beyond what you’re ready to endure
And with that thought my fingers start a practiced wiggling
Through your gag I hear the sound of the cutest girlish giggling
I tickle you just enough to get you slightly riled
And go on and on and on and on until it drives you wild
A giggle here, a giggle there, your breathing gets erratic
I know just where to touch you like a tickling schematic
Sadistically affectionate my enrapture at your plight
Yet every little touch I give brings you nothing but delight
I wonder if you’d join me in a losing of the mind?
I brush back your silky golden hair and whisper in your ear
Mixing sweet anticipation with the sultry thrill of fear
Down each helpless arm my finger draws a careful, loving stroke
By the way you snap about my fingers ought to smoke
Teasing you with whispered words and the tickling of my breath
Listen as I call your name, my dear Eli-za-beth….
Carefully with my nimble tongue, your little ear I taste
As my fingers trace a little laticework a-heading to your waist
Know that I’m a master at the artistry of nerves
As I command your little body to display my favorite curves
Arch this way and tremble as I lead you through this dance
Up and down your body feel my dextrous fingers prance
Arms and sides and tummy feel each devilish caress
Little lines of pleasure that excite you to excess
Broad satin bonds hold hand and foot so soft but will not yeild
As you struggle on that silken net where nothing is concealed
As I draw my fingers ‘cross your tummy you mumble gagged protests
It quivers so delightfully; lets get to know your breasts
I feel your heat upon me as your skin begins to flush
Down your neck my kissing lips so ever lightly brush
It’s so absolutely effortless, the teasing of your skin
Who’d imagine what great forces that it conjures up within?
But the fondling of the female foot is an art that I have mastered
And in tickling ‘neath the waistline I’m quite the vicious bastard
Did you know the foot has nerves found elsewhere only in the clit?
And so a proper bit of fondling is sure to get you lit
About your hapless footsie feel my expert fingers glide
Try so very, very hard my girl to find a place to hide
Those secret little sweet spots so patiently I seek
As I watch your muscles quake your will so very weak
Your eyes are speaking loudly dear, a-dropping perfect clues
You help me as I tease you and I think I’ve lit your fuze
There is only one kind of pleasure that is really, truly pure
That’s the kind that goes so far beyond what you’re ready to endure
And with that thought my fingers start a practiced wiggling
Through your gag I hear the sound of the cutest girlish giggling
I tickle you just enough to get you slightly riled
And go on and on and on and on until it drives you wild
A giggle here, a giggle there, your breathing gets erratic
I know just where to touch you like a tickling schematic
Sadistically affectionate my enrapture at your plight
Yet every little touch I give brings you nothing but delight
