ADDICTED TO SOFTITIS

PLEASURING

I can't remember when
I first felt the magic of
softness, whether in a
garment, bedsheet, or
soft ice cream.
BUT
my softitis--addiction
to softness--is experienced
totally when I gently kiss
up the inside of your thighs
and come to the softness
where your inner thighs
meet the softness of your
vulva lips and silky garden.
My addiction is in full control
when my hands, mouth, and tongue
are allowed to pleasure your
soft, loose and hanging fruit.
The softness of your rear cushions
is an added fire to my softitis.
Thank you for accepting my
addiction to softness. Meet me
at the Kissing Place and we'll share
dueling softitis kisses of fire.
OKAY?