Tickle, tickle.

Tickle, tickle,
leather n lace,
how I love that smirk on your face,
a feather in hand,
now to carry out my plans,
were your cuffed to the bed posts,
of this I'm gonna make the most.

Whipped cream and cherries,
all over your body,
now it's time to get down and party,
my tongue sliding up over your chest,
Don't worry dear, I'll soon get to the rest.

Time is standing still,
for this there is no bill,
totally free of charge,
and afters are best by far,
the moon is high in the sky,
it's just you and I,
so close your eyes and take it easy,
Allow me to totally please thee.