Tickling Me
TICKLING ME
Delightful, tortuous, invasion to tickle places.
Bellowing laughter from the depths of me,
Romantic joys, rapid fingers to my belly,
when you’re tickling me.
My legs, my neck, from bottom to top,
I wish you'd stop,
I wish you'd not,
I feel your delight in me,
I sense your respect for me.
As you’re tickling me.
I love that you love the child in me,
I love how you respect the woman in me,
The tickles never stop,
This love I’ve got,
No, never stop, loving me,
kissing me,
Don’t stop tickling me.
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