As much as you try your very best to stay away, you find yourself right here reading my words... Looking for a sign... Something to say that I still think of you...
Oh, you're hoping that you don't forget to visit online me before you sign in or right after you sign out. (You forgot to do that once...)
But, I know.
In quiet spaces before you go to sleep, after you've had your fill of model girls who don't know you, and after watching giggly clips of women who will NEVER touch you, you close your eyes and think of how it felt to hold me down and run your fingers along my skin.
I know my desperate laughter still haunts your memories. I know the ghost of my pleading and begging voice echoes in your ears. I know you remember what I sounded like when you caught me off guard and slipped your fingers under my arms or the way that I squealed and fought when I could barely last a second each time you gently tickled my belly button.
I know you can't stop dreaming about that day you tickled me all night until the sun came up. I know you were wishing you could find out what would have happened if you hadn't stopped and continued to softly nibble and kiss my feet until I damn near exploded right in front of you. I know you wish you hadn't given me that moment to escape.
You never did get to touch me absolutely everywhere, see all of me... absolutely everywhere like you always wanted. You STILL want it.
You wanted me to desire you. You wanted to make me hunger for you, you wanted to make me ticklishly yours.... Oh, I know.
I know you shiver when you recall just how many of your tender, ticklish spots on your body I discovered. You still get goosebumps thinking about how my nails danced across your back, your muscular sides, your sexy little feet.
You know I had you secretly afraid that I would never stop, and that I may never let you go, and that I may make you laugh and scream forever.... But how could you feel this way and still want it, want my fingers, want ME more and more and more?!
I know that I tickled you just the way you liked it, in fact more than you thought you would ever like, and that I teased you, taunted you, tortured you like no one else ever has nor ever will again.
You think I don't know that you're reading this?
Honey!
Ticklish One!
I know!
Oh, you're hoping that you don't forget to visit online me before you sign in or right after you sign out. (You forgot to do that once...)
But, I know.
In quiet spaces before you go to sleep, after you've had your fill of model girls who don't know you, and after watching giggly clips of women who will NEVER touch you, you close your eyes and think of how it felt to hold me down and run your fingers along my skin.
I know my desperate laughter still haunts your memories. I know the ghost of my pleading and begging voice echoes in your ears. I know you remember what I sounded like when you caught me off guard and slipped your fingers under my arms or the way that I squealed and fought when I could barely last a second each time you gently tickled my belly button.
I know you can't stop dreaming about that day you tickled me all night until the sun came up. I know you were wishing you could find out what would have happened if you hadn't stopped and continued to softly nibble and kiss my feet until I damn near exploded right in front of you. I know you wish you hadn't given me that moment to escape.
You never did get to touch me absolutely everywhere, see all of me... absolutely everywhere like you always wanted. You STILL want it.
You wanted me to desire you. You wanted to make me hunger for you, you wanted to make me ticklishly yours.... Oh, I know.
I know you shiver when you recall just how many of your tender, ticklish spots on your body I discovered. You still get goosebumps thinking about how my nails danced across your back, your muscular sides, your sexy little feet.
You know I had you secretly afraid that I would never stop, and that I may never let you go, and that I may make you laugh and scream forever.... But how could you feel this way and still want it, want my fingers, want ME more and more and more?!
I know that I tickled you just the way you liked it, in fact more than you thought you would ever like, and that I teased you, taunted you, tortured you like no one else ever has nor ever will again.
You think I don't know that you're reading this?
Honey!
Ticklish One!
I know!
I would like to say, this...
