Feather Brush
I want to be a feather brush.
I want to be soft enough
To tease you
In all the right places.
I want to glide across your skin
Sending bolts of temptation
Through every molecule
Of your being.
I want to drive you crazy
With insatiable desires,
That only I can satisfy.
I want to be
That feather brush that
Makes your pores
Come alive
And
Unchain your imagination,
Taking you to
Forbidden places
To make your sensual dreams
Come to life.
