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"TEASURE", tickling limerick, m/f

teasure

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This is my first posting. It is a 68 stanza "tickling limerick", originally published in "Tales From The Asylum" Issue #26, August 2002 by MTJ Publishing)
Comments and feedback are not only welcome, but solicited! Enjoy.



“Teasure”

When you’re pleased, what you feel is called ‘Pleasure’,
So ponder this thought at your leisure,
For it stands to make sense,
If we use the same tense,
When you’re teased, what you feel would be ‘Teasure’.

So, here is what I’d like to do,
It requires some assistance from you,
If you will loan me your skin,
I will promptly begin,
To find out if my theory is true.

We’ll begin by removing your shoes,
And your socks, and those jeans you call ‘blues’,
Then your shirt will be next,
As you look quite perplexed,
It’s your skin that we’re needing to use.

Now with all of your clothes on the chair,
Please forgive me; I can’t help but stare,
At your beautiful sight,
In it’s naked delight,
Pardon me, now where were we, oh there.

We will start with a silky caress,
On the soft undersides of your breasts,
We will tantalize these,
Till you’re smiling with ease,
And you feel like you want to confess.

But so much more test must be done,
And believe me, we’ve hardly begun,
So lay back and relax,
As I start the attacks,
Of your nipples, with fingers and thumb.

We will stimulate these with a pinch,
Till they’re poking out almost an inch,
As they stand quite erect,
And they look so perfect,
I’ll be thinking, “This test is a cinch!”

And so, now we’ll move down to your ribs,
And on tickling these, I have dibs,
We’ll count each, one by one,
By the time I am done,
Then I’m sure you’ll be telling me fibs.

By the way, these goose bumps, I adore,
They are making me think, “Let’s make more!”
As I’m teasing your skin,
I will almost give in,
But there’s so much more skin to explore.

And so, now let’s move on to your side,
As your tummy recedes like the tide,
“Is it sensitive here?”
As my fingers draw near,
For, the look in your eyes, you can’t hide.

With my fingers I’ll playfully stroke,
And then alternate that with a poke,
As you squirm and you wiggle,
And then stifle a giggle,
I’ll remind you that this is no joke.

There’s a theory we’re trying to prove,
And so, now as you feel my hands move,
To the side of your hips,
As your abdomen dips,
I’ll think, “Now we’re getting into the groove.”

As my fingers are making romance,
With your hips, and together they dance,
I am thinking inside,
That now “I” cannot hide,
The “stiffening”, now in my pants.

As your squirming is proving my point,
I’m becoming quite hard in my “joint”,
And my mind starts to boil,
When I think of the oil,
That I’ll use on your feet to anoint.

But still, we’ve not gotten there yet,
So I’ll pause for some things I must get,
We’ll need oil and soap,
A scrub-brush and some rope,
And some feathers to make you quite wet.

But for now, we’ll lay these things aside,
As my fingers begin a slow glide,
From your thighs to your knees,
In a “torturous” tease,
As your eyes are becoming so wide.

In my theory we’re finding no “holes”,
As we’re nearing the point of “our” goals,
I can feel your knees quiver,
And your calves, how they shiver,
As I approach “oh-so-sensitive” soles.

Could it be that you’re feeling delight?
For, you don’t put up much of a fight,
But I’ll promise you this,
In your mind you will wish,
That you mustered up all of your might.

To prevent me from tying your knees,
And your wrists and your ankles, with ease,
For, what I’ve got in store,
You’ll be begging, “No More!”
While you’re screaming out, “Oh my God, PLEASE!”

With you now, “oh-so-helplessly” bound,
At the whims of a true “Tickle Hound”,
I can see in your eyes,
That you sense your demise,
As I now lay you down on the ground.

As I pull a large sheet from the bed,
You realize your fate, with much dread,
So you struggle and squirm,
Against ropes which hold firm,
As I get a pillow for your head.

I will now wrap you up in the sheet,
With nothing exposed, but your feet,
Then I’ll tickle your toes,
Till you’re begging with “No’s”
And your face is as red as a beet.

As the sheet holds you tightly secure,
I’ll add duct-tape as well, to be sure,
So your mind will not miss,
You’re helpless against this,
Such sweet torture, you’ll have to endure.

With a ribbon I’ll tie your toes back,
And be sure to remove all the slack,
So your soles will be “taut”
As your face becomes fraught,
With a wish for the mercy I lack.

As I now take a feather in hand,
I do wish that your “look” could be canned,
Your eyes pleading with fright,
My heart bleeding, (Yeah, right!”),
You’ll thank God you’re not buried in sand!

As I now begin stroking your arch,
With this plume, in a delicate march,
You start squirming so much,
At this first gentle touch,
When we next use the sheets, I’ll add starch.

With the feather, I’m stroking with glee,
As your giggles come pouring out free,
I continue to glance,
At your toes, how they dance,
Till you’re begging me, “Stop, or I’ll pee!”

But to stop’s not what I have in mind,
Quite the contrary, as soon you will find,
As you struggle for breath,
And you’re praying for death,
It seems, you’re in a ‘hell’ of a bind.

There’s absolutely naught you can do,
“Does poor baby want mercy?” Boo Hoo.
I will tickle you more,
Till you’ve peed on the floor,
Then reduce you to “giggling goo”.

I will now replace feather with nail,
As your lips open wide in a wail,
As I scrape down your heel,
Deep inside you can feel,
That your face is anything but pale.

As I stroke down your soles with both hands,
With the sheets holding tight as steel bands,
Tickles wracking your brain,
You are going insane,
Wishing you were in far away lands.

But your mind cannot stay there for long,
These tickles are incredibly strong,
For, now all you can feel,
As you tremble and squeal,
Is “Oh God”, how this torture is wrong.

But now, as you laugh and you sigh,
You have noticed your arousal’s quite high,
As you giggle and blush,
And your face becomes flush,
This has not been missed, by my trained eye.

With these tickles now stoking your flames,
We’re achieving yet more of my aims,
We are fanning your heat,
Just by tickling your feet,
With these maddening, ticklish games.

And so, now I will pick up the pace,
As the beat of your heart starts to race,
As I tickle them fast,
You won’t be able to last,
I can tell by the look on your face.

All this laughter is making you hoarse,
As it bursts from your throat with such force,
As you’re losing your mind,
Inside me, I can’t find,
Even one single shred of remorse.

You’re by now, a hysterical mess,
If you could, you would surely confess,
To have murdered a cop,
If you thought it would stop,
All this horrible, ticklishness!

But you’re moaning as much as you laugh,
And it’s making me “like a giraffe”,
If you know what I mean,
And so now it would seem,
Pain and Pleasure, are now half and half.

So I now tease your feet with my tongue,
While you scream, as if adding a lung,
As I’m licking your sole,
You’re now losing control,
Of your bladder, as if you were young.

As my tongue and it’s licking won’t cease,
And the ticklish feelings increase,
Your orgasm does build,
To the point where you’re filled,
With the one single thought of release.

I now take you much higher than this,
As you’re nearing that “imminent” bliss,
When now, your heart does sink,
As I stop at the brink,
And I blow you a cruel, wicked kiss.

I can see the daggers in your eyes,
But in your state, I don’t think that’s wise,
For you must understand,
That I’ve still, upper hand,
And you don’t want my ire to arise.

I will give you some time to calm down,
As your face looks at me with a frown,
I’m a confident man,
So enjoy while you can,
For, your frown will soon be “upside-down”!

I now leave you, to go to my den,
And return, with a fresh ballpoint pen,
As I go to my knees,
You scream, “Oh my God, Please!”
As I told you, you would, way back when.

I start writing on the ticklish balls,
Of your feet, as your screams hit the walls,
I write, “Ticklish Here”,
As you suffer, poor dear,
And your laughter is heard down the halls.

While this writing is driving you wild,
And you’re giggling just like a child,
You think this is intense,
As you scream in offense,
But compared to what’s next, this is mild.

As you’re sweating, and hot-eyed with fear,
And you can’t stop the spasms, it’s clear,
That you’re nearing that place,
Of your sweet, saving grace,
So I slow down, and what do I hear?

With your face in a ticklish mask,
You are begging me, “Please, stop this task!
And bring me some relief,
From this tickling grief,
I will do anything that you ask!”

But there’s something you must know, my dear,
Your begging, is music to my ear,
In fact, hearing you plead,
Is arousing indeed,
As is, bringing your orgasms near.

I now gather my scrub-brush and soap,
As you’re praying with hope against hope,
For you know you can’t stand,
What I hold in my hand,
On your feet; there’s no way you can cope!

With your eyes now the widest I’ve seen,
You start begging, “Please, don’t scrub them clean!”
“I can’t take that. I’ll die!”
“Please believe me, no lie!”
And as I near your feet, “You’re so mean!”

When my scrub-brush first touches your sole,
With it stretched as far back as “North Pole”
There’s a tingling inside,
Of your loins, you can’t hide,
So I now dip it back in my bowl.

I now get it all soapy and wet,
For a feeling you’ll never forget,
As it touches your skin,
You can’t help but give in,
As your laughter takes off like a jet.

As I’m scrubbing the ink from your heels,
And you’re screaming your laughter in peals,
You are squirming your hips,
And I’m licking my lips,
‘Cause your delicious feet look like meals.

As the tears in your eyes start to run,
Down your cheeks, as I’m having my fun,
I think nothing can beat,
Tickling succulent feet,
On my list of fun things, this is “One”.

With your “piggies” so helplessly tied,
You wish, hours ago you had died,
While I’m scrubbing their pads,
You are screaming “Egads”,
And it seems there’s no end to this ride.

As your giggles now float through the air,
And you’re pleading with, “Stop, it’s not fair!”
I push you to the edge,
So you’ll slip off that ledge,
As your eyes give the look, “Don’t you dare!”

I now scrub with a maddening rake,
On your arch, as you tremble and quake,
As you shudder and spasm,
In a tremendous orgasm,
Who knew, that’d be all it would take?

A few strokes with a simple scrub-brush,
On your soles, that would cause you to rush,
To the point of no return,
Where your passions will burn,
Like a fire consuming the brush.

As this fire’s consuming your soul,
And the orgasmic pyre does roll,
You now scream in delight,
As you’re reaching that height,
Of the ultimate tickling goal.

The first stroke was intended for this,
To bring you to that mind-numbing bliss,
To take you to that place,
By yourself, you won’t face,
And so, now you bless me with a kiss.

As your shudders and spasms subside,
I release your sweet toes that were tied,
I unwrap each tight coil,
And then reach for the oil,
So, on these soles, my fingers will glide.

As I now coat your soles till they’re slick,
You look at me, as if it’s a trick,
But it won’t be that long,
Just the length of a song,
But that song will be “Thick as a Brick”!

So, now knowing what I have in mind,
You start pleading with “Please, do be kind!”
“I just can’t take much more!
Or I will die for sure!”
But that’s not true, as soon you will find.

As my fingers begin a quick skitter,
On your soles, as you’re starting to titter,
You’re now giggling anew,
And you’re spasming too,
As if delivering an “orgasmic litter”.

With my fingers now doing their dance,
On your soles, as they wiggle and prance,
You’re convulsing non-stop,
As you’re reaching the top,
Of that wonderful “orgasmic trance”.

With these orgasms assaulting your brain,
And each drop of your pleasure, I drain,
Just how could you have known,
That your mind would be blown,
To achieve such sweet pleasure and pain.

And so, now as you swim in your head,
You now know what I meant when I said,
“When you’re pleased, it’s called ‘Pleasure’,
And when teased, it is ‘Teasure’”,
So alas, let me take you to bed.



-Teasure
 
:yowzer: my god, this is amazing!!! most definitely the sexiest poem i've ever read!
 
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