by dreamykitten2
Your poetry is very sensual. It almost fells like I am lying next to you with feather in hand..
Let me be your feather to run all over your body and feel my touch against your skin.. :) Grinningecko
I've never experienced what it would be like to have a feather on my body. This made me want to try that.
The whispering touch of a feather conjures up so many erotic images, yet it barely touches, has hardly any weight, yet it can reach deeply into your senses.
This one, I don't know. You wanted honest. It wasn't bad and wast fun, but following the first two of yours it just seemed to miss something, but what that is I don't really know.
Mistress, Feathers remind me of tickling and I do not like to be tickled. But I would submit to it for you.
"Somewhere between tantalizing and torment", that is where heaven exists.
But you do it sooooooooooooooo good...
tracing the soft contour,
testing, sensing, exploring,
let it be the moment
that never ends
A good poem tickles the imagination. A great one teases it to the edge of madness, and leaves it yearning for more. Your feather and your poem have that in common -- the perfect touch. I loved it!