What is it about your skin that makes it this soft? No, do not tell me your secrets. I don’t want to hear a list of moisturizers and lotions, or of specific steps you take to pour various items into a steaming bathtub with water thundering down from the faucet, like you’re a witch adding exotic ingredients to a boiling pot in the creation of your spell.
Because that’s what your skin has done: created a spell for my fingertips. They are captivated by the softness of your skin, of the soft curves of you. They are curious explorers intent on discovering the landscape of your body. All while delighting in the softness and wondering if it is indeed possible for any part of you to not be soft. Of course, there has to be something firmer, more engorged, more excited. And my fingertip explorers are bent on finding those, to see what among you has escaped the softness of the secrets of your baths and lotions. No, they haven’t escaped those. Instead, they have gone through those and come out when you are excited like this. And excited parts engorge, jump up, demand attention. Like those goosebumps rippling over your skin. Like the other parts I will eventually find.
My lips, too, are spellbound. They love to glide like my fingertips, feeling the softness and discovering the little parts of you. You squirm on the bedsheets, which are, in turn, soft as a cloud, and you can squirm all you want. I know you are not going to escape and leap off the bed. The thought of escape may enter your mind, but you dare not do this. You’ve captivated my fingertips and lips, and they have you in their clutches. If you escaped, you would never find out where their explorations will lead.