Poem: The Finger
Fingers grazing up your sides, watching you squirm and worm, and wiggle.
You can’t get away, my fingers following.
Your laughter rings like bells, your joking threats as well.
You twist and whirl but nothing doing, I’ve got you.
You collapse in laughter, giving in.
Following you down I tickle your skin and follow it up with nibbles and tickles and tickles and hugs and rolling around on the rug.
You tickle me back but can’t hardly manage, I’ve got you and you tickle so well.
So many spots to tickle, so much territory to explore, to tickle to nibble, to explore and adore, to kiss and to hug, to lick and to nip, to pursue, yes to follow, to lead, and to tease, and to please on your knees, to tickle and hug, to say we’re in love...
