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Ayla ny
04-20-2001, 11:23 PM
a poem

My Tickler

breathless...
waiting...
joy and fear

I sense him
feel him
drawing near

gentle his touch
skillful his hand

sensation...
emotion...
how much can I stand?

laughing...
pleading...
panic ensues

to him
all control
I willingly lose

digging
probing
inhibitions are gone

he is master
to my senses
to him I belong

by Ayla

glentickle
04-22-2001, 12:29 PM
That was intense...

AffectionateDan
02-25-2004, 09:18 AM
Intense...

Good word.

Yup.

Mmmm Hmmm.

yeah.

JPie1
02-25-2004, 09:46 AM
a beautiful way with words as always, great words come with great thoughts!

Em Es
02-25-2004, 10:09 AM
Ayla, your little poem stirred as much emotion in me as some of the lengthly, blow-by-blow true tickling stories I have read on the T.M.F..

AffectionateDan
02-25-2004, 03:29 PM
She DOES have quite a gift...

...and they say, "write what you know." ;)

Ayla ny
02-25-2004, 05:18 PM
thank you so much for the kind words. poetry can be pretty soul-baring... so it feels really good to have it so well received.

Dan, when I wrote this, it was what I dreamed. now itís what I know.

JPie1
02-25-2004, 07:41 PM
Originally posted by Ayla ny

Dan, when I wrote this, it was what I dreamed. now itís what I know.

ahh....how nice to read something like this!

MTJpub
02-26-2004, 04:57 AM
Bravo! Bravo!

Morandilas
MTJ Publishing

P50
02-26-2004, 05:38 AM
Fall in love with me ! Now ! Now !! Now !!!


Hey really, I dream of a woman (well, a woman who is a 'Lee) with such thoughts in her mind. I am confident I am not alone.

Ayla ny
02-26-2004, 09:00 AM
hereís another one I wrote and posted a while back. a very sweet and talented man nominated it for a Golden Feather. :Kiss2:

thanks again, you guys. I know everyone doesnít exactly come here for the poetry. ;)



wrapping around me
with strength
and with power

at the touch of soft lips
it begins
to devour

wandering every inch of my skin
searching
and knowing
there must be a way in

panicked heartbeat
afraid to breathe
the end of life
is the beginning of need

softly caressing
light touch
warming tingle

wandering fingers
make fear
and need mingle

soaking me
drenching me
soothing my fears

whispered intentions
smiles
and tears

opening up
letting it in
no longer afraid
let love begin

tklgal226
02-26-2004, 02:43 PM
uve really got quite a talent there ;)

~clair ;)