I'm enveloped in warmth here with you on the bed
And I"m happy for once thinking on what you've said
As it grows in my head, I move closer to you
Unaware of the terrible thing you will do
As your hand raises up my breath catches in fear
I'm brought back to that day, to that face, and his leer
Then the instant has passed and your hand rests on me
Brushing softly my ribs, then it moves tenderly
As the motion goes on, too late I realize
Not quite malice I saw floating, there, in your eyes
And I laugh in response, and push your hand away
Giggle lightly as it moves less gently to slay
Both my worries and thoughts. Now all that I can do
Is attempt to fight back, I start assailing you
But I note before long that effect it has none
You're immune to attack, and all my strength is gone
So I curl in a ball, as you laugh above me
Cry, "You win! I give up!", words that are laced with glee.
We both cease and you say, "I like tickling you"
And I know by those words that we'll soon start anew. |
Submission Name: Tickle Wars
