What's the smoothest thing I've ever touched?
I remember the first time I touched it
My first time giving you a bath,
The room was nicely lit.
So bare and pale
With a rosey tint
Tiny too,
Am I giving you the hint?
~*~
Touched with the tip of my finger first,
Then with soft lips.
Feeling tiny hairs tickle me,
Running my finger up to your tiny hip.
~*~
A smell quite like no other,
In wonderment of the little figure before me.
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Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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This is so sweet. Nicely done.
Beautiful , very relatable
Mz. Tressa - I was thinking of a different 'Type-Tuckus' when 1st reading the title ~ But-This-Butt was deligtful. 'j'