Fairy story made up after listening to to /u/Spectral-Skies misrembering JM Barrie and drinking cherry vodka. :/ I don't drink often...honest.

First posted on r/recordings here

Because I had no idea where to post it. That subreddit seemed the best choice. Here's the recording

Here's the ...here's what I wrote-:

I want to have a story told to me on my bed by a dark haired stranger who sits at the end while I smile at the surprise of him really here not just a temporary apparition made of sound. He sits on the soft bed hairy naked legs tangled in my covers and kisses his story till it seeps hot and warm into my being, like the heat from the kisses seeps into my skin and makes it tingle and respond. I would like to voice the way you did to be kissed intimately by him as I try to tell the tale but gasp at his attentions. The medicinal power of making love with such a story teller, such a wordsmith cannot be underestimated. I think he would also find tonic in being tucked naked under the soft fresh covers, handed a hot cup of tea and gently soothed by a woman's smile, her voice, her kisses, her care of him. She knows how to care for such a man, she has yearned for a man mad enough to accept her invitation. Man enough to help her feel like a woman, and gentle enough to hold her tight. Though the thought of cunny flickers of the way your tongue rolls in your sweet wet mouth, redhot poker-tongue between my thighs red hot cheeks bristle against my skin. Strong hands gripped in flesh as I try to speak. sigh Giggles shared from silly stories, containing made up words.

The blinky fuzz of a doodler,

kissed by a teeny weeny

thumbellina type girl

so delicate and fragile at first.

Then she finds a Tom Thumb who felt so small too,

his magic kiss, and a magic kiss it would be,

because, as her heart grows with love,

her little body would grow too,

each shared winklekiss giggle

makes him grow and growl

Every cuddlebliss is food to his soul,

and banishes the dark dogged ogre

who tried to eat them both.

A silly wine soaked cuddle bliss

made giggles form with every kiss,

The winkle-kitty cat

The madman and his pork pie hat.

The tiny teeny little thing

The fragile princess begins to sing

Played like a fiddle forth and back

Dilates Her tiny kittycat

Ogre ugly banished back

No sullen grumpy days attack.

Driving sunshine over each

Her spankely bum a tiny peach.

Thumbs flathandy warmth placed there

Upon the skin so pale and bare

Kissed the redness and thumblygap

A clittybud was given taps.

A pillowish was all it took

With invitations on boatibrooke

Sailing to the stream and found

The elevennumber in her hand.

His tiny little princess there

needing pillowish wishes of all she dared

From the soft white hills of downy soft,

where thorns are banished and crumbs are for floors

the doodler has to burgle for more

to keep her supplied in blinky fuzz,

and tickletongue.

Hmmm too silly for normal talk

but a few glasses of wine before a walk

make anyone silly enough to giggle all night.

And make love till it's new and bright.

The lovers are more confused than ever

And drinking wine was never clever

When they both wake and feel the ache.

The night of giggle will be lost

But never more, was there a better cost.

I listened three more times, and the gobbledygook has chimed,

In my head like a silvery bell, the giggles and time will tell.