Tickle My...

Tickle my...
Palms . When our fingers dance along each other and finally lace together.
Shoulders. When we sit and your arm goes around me.
Ribs. While we cuddle, and you tease the laughs from me, daring your hands closer to more sensitive places.
Cheeks. Once calm, quiet, and you cradle my face.
Lips. With your own, barely grazing.
Tongue. As if pulled from me, drawn to explore your mouth.
Cheeks. My other cheeks - squeeze and hold and push and pull.
Neck. Bare your teeth to it and be gentle and rough and never let me know which will come
next.
Chest. Slowly, agonizingly so, before attending to its most sensitive buttons.
Eyes. When you detach for but a moment, losing your clothes, and letting me watch you.
Thighs. Make the wait so beautifully, magically, wondrously long.
Pink. At last. With lips, fingers, tongue - raise my center to heaven and lay me back down to pant
your name with shallow breath.
Lips. Again, so I may thank you and feel your air mingle with mine.
Back. As we lay for the night, your breath beneath me, and drift to sleep.
End.
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