PART TWO
I do believe you read my mind and fear what I intend
Do you feel that thrilling tickle ‘fore my fingers yet descend?
Oh but here I come my love, I see your muscles flex
You try so hard to close those legs you know what’s coming next
With the lightest, faintest brushing my fingers squiggle as they go
But your reaction is explosive and I fear something’s sure to blow
Whoa there bucking bronco!!! for the bed you’re sure to break
My, my, my it’s going to be so much FUN to eat your cake!!!
As I tease your little mound I know your straining muscles burn
For now I give a kiss where I’ll eventually return
And now we pick up on the waltzing my ticklish little dear,
I love your compact torso in that lycra smooth and sheer
How wonderful this music as it makes our playing so refined
You’re so sexy as the dancer so deliciously entwined
It’s so easy in the slow parts when my fingers slowly stroke
And so scary in the fast parts when so randomly they poke
Along your upperbody your leo turns to nylon halfway up your chest
So that the borderline with lycra lies along your perfect perky breasts
Lycra is for probing and for digging to distress
While nylon is for stroking out the most sadistic of caress
From your arms down to your kidneys let’s see what really makes you move
And I’ll command your little body so it keeps up with the groove
On the slower, lilting strings I like to draw a single finger in a line
Passing down your arm you do amaze me with contortions of your spine
My darling little gymnast this part’s only supposed to be a tease
But you’re thrashing all about as if you’ve been attacked by bees
On the fast parts of the music fingers wriggle in your pits
From your desperate muffled screaming I can’t wait to get your tits
Plastered hair and sweat-soaked sheets but eyes that still burn bright
Ooooh I love you gymnasts ‘cause there’s always some more fight
I sit down by your pretty face and brush your hair back as I smile
“Poor, poor little plaything want to rest here for a while?”
On your face I gently place a blindfold and your vision goes to black
You’ll see how much more fun it is when I make my next attack
And for our next engagement, dear, you needn’t wait too long
For if I’m not mistaken that’s the fade in of our favorite little song
In the records of such things this may be the shortest ever break
For up and down your upper arms my fingers slowly rake
Working you up slowly to a tornado of sensations
In a bit I’ll count off my favorites of your body’s destinations
There’s the ones you know will tickle and the ones that really get you pissed
But with the blindfold on you’ll never know what’s the next one on my list
You can’t see where I’m heading and you’ve no place to retreat
Your tummy, thigh, and rib cage then a session with your feet
Every inch of you expects me by the second and it drives you absolutely frantic
Was there ever such a torture so incredibly romantic
The more you buck and thrash about the more your breasts grow firmer
But as you laugh and squeal and gasp your little voice drops to a murmur
A knock I hear, could it be, someone dares intrude upon our games
Oh but here’s my special help arrived adding fire to your flames
Looky here, my helpless wench, ‘tis the other members of the team!!!
Hello girls, I see you brought both the syrup and the cream!!
Well don’t just stand around and feel yourselves while whistfully you stare
Cut off her little leotard and strip that girlie bare!!!
You try so hard, so doggedly to put up a resistance
But in the end you’re much too beat to fight my girls’ insistence
Now you lie there in your sexy birthday suit slick with sweat and shining
I’ll just shave your little pussy and you’ll be perfect for our dining
As I denude her yummy cupcake, girls, her gag you can take out
For she’s a quivering mass of frazzled nerves much too weak to shout
END PART TWO