A Cheeky, Cheeky Goal
(to make you Squirm) v.4
It is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to make you giggly,
oh so wriggly,
to catch you ‘neath my thumb;
‘twixt your pleas of glees,
and your moans of hums…
Ah, that is my Goal,
to make you Squirm -deliriously…
Yes… …I’ll wait to come for you…
if you’ll do this favor by answering
my invitation of a shared surrender:
I’m talking of
Rollicks and Romps, thru Sweet-Glistening-Meadows –
Rollercoasting along Tender-Mountains and Shimmery-Valleys,
and Exclamations of earUpting ecstasies!
–
(with breathless pants of pure-true-pleasures,
and all our sighs… our soft sighs –
our sound sighs – our spiritual sighs,
our symphony of simply sensual sanctity…)
Yes, it is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to impact a part of my Passion,
_to treat your body as rich as a mansion_
because, yes, it is my Goal, it is my Honor,
to make you Squirm, to make you Soar…
06/02/09
M. L. Michael
a cheeky, cheeky, goal
It is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to make you giggly,
oh so wriggly,
to catch you ‘neath my thumb;
‘twixt your pleas of glees,
and your moans of hums… […]
Every Breath Poetic 