Tickling Poetry

I am not a poet (a good one anyway) but i would love to hear how some people percieve our shared interest in a more abstract form. I have taken the time to pen this little number. I would welcome oppinions and other submissions



The Great Red Dragon

It’s a funny thing to live under the wings of a dragon
It’s a lot warmer than you would think
It's intoxicating to feel his evil talons tangled in my long hair
The Dragons strong arms holding me so tightly (I know there is no escape)
His fiery breath tickles my soft cheek so sweetly

In His deep slumber he looks so deceptively peaceful
His firm Chest Rises and falls to meet my breasts and I feel the fire of life roar through me
His every movement reminds me that I am his and his alone
The Peaceful Grin on The Dragons Face looks almost inviting...
I know all too well that it only serves to mask the unspeakable evil that is present he is aroused

It is a sweet demise to wake him teasingly from his deep sleep
I could literally spend a thousand eternities basking in the eye of his merciless wrath
My darkest fantasy is that he would devour me,
Devour all that I am
Devouring all my illusions until I am left with only the warm blanket of sweet helplessness

I hold my breath as my teasing hands start to wonder
I know what will happen as penance for my daring
I fully accept the consequence of my boldness
My long fingernail gently runs along the scales of his tight abdomen
My sweet breath whisper my deepest desires into his waiting ears

His invisible claws of fear begin to take hold of my lungs
My Breath catches deliciously
My pulse quickens as the time of my torment grows nearer with every second
He subtly begins to stir as my hands grow more and more deliberate
Soon I will have my prize-that of my own demise

There is no turning back now
This is my sickest joy: Teasing the tail of the Great Red Dragon
Little do i know that he has been awake this whole time
Patiently Inviting my innocent transgression
Just waiting for the perfect time, To take me as his own possession

There’s no turning back
His merciless grip tightens around me
I melt into the warmth of desperation... I am finally his
Oh what deliciously evil Tortures await me
The the only thought that gives me comfort, is that there are no knights to save me

He violently rolls on top of me
Menacingly Surveying his perfect prey
All that I wish to ask for, is more hours in the day
The Dragon drinks in the signs of my helpless despair like a fine wine that emboldens his insatiable thirst for my perfect suffering
My shortened breath dripping with arousal is the symphony of his superiority
My panicked expressions are a portrait of his sheer omnipotence

My subtle gyrations seal that my sweet seduction is complete
He owns every fiber of me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet
He kisses me on the forehead, his evil form is but a demonic symbol
He whispers deeply inside me

“Before Me… You Rightly TREMBLE...”

This is the story of a Sadist
One who makes others suffer
And the special one he loves to torment
HER above any other

Her every breath insults me
Coldly devoid of deception
Keeping from me what I hold most dear
Her stoicism a mockery of my perfection

Her rare words of compliment
My world’s greatest addiction
She keeps them from me always
Rejoicing in my affliction

Like a cruel Mistress she torments me
Disrupting my perfect lie
She covets the power she holds over me
And the pain I feel inside

I Hate everything about her
Like the way she makes me feel
I Hate the way she makes me stare at her
Or that only SHE seems real

I Hate the way she looks at me
I Hate it when she hides her smile
I Hate it when she makes me laugh
Especially when she makes me feel like a child.

You see she does these things on purpose
Always abusing my loyal affection
Now she finally lies bound before me
Deliciously devoid of any protection

Finally I start to let go
This is only the beginning
She deserves all of the malicious darkness
That she so stubbornly Arouses… within me

It plays back so slowly in my mind
Remembering every transgression
Now the grand hour has finally come
For the Master to teach HER a lesson

Before… She derived great joy
In falsifying my perfect world
Now I will take all the pleasure
In tormenting my little Pearl

Her panicked look excites me
All of her is finally mine
The room stops as I bask in the eternal sunshine
Of my Sadistic mind

Soon she will be screaming
Only then will I feel alive
She will be Unable to stop laughing
Now that true helplessness has arrived

I ease her fear with a passionate kiss
He lips are as sweet as wine
My knwoing fingers start to lightly dance
Her desperate squirming fills my mind

In her delicate ears I slowly whisper
As my evil hands start searching
That much to her twisted delight
I promise to show NO MERCY

The waves of pleasure washes over me
The lust within me as hot as fire
Now I finally have all the power
To give HER what SHE desires

Her precious laughter starts to flow
Just as sure as gravity
And In this precious moment
MY illusion becomes... My REALITY!

Soul Tickling

Shadows cast from translucent glass windows
Can’t remember how it madly glows
I’m underneath and all burrowed
By a thousand feathery willows…

Had I forgotten the heavy grips?
The tight lace fastened my ankles and wrists
The soft gnawing on my nape that never ceases
Buried half alive in the gallows of bliss

Your eyes glistening stripping each bone
Like the powerful world pushing behind
I surrender to the last breath
Conquer my soul and never end.


[...to the only man who touched my whole being..
Am I serious, am I not....? now I feel conscious! 😱]

A devlish tickler named Beth
Was tickling drew70 to death
Tied up like a bandit
He just couldn't stand it
And laughed till he ran out of breath

And now there's Sadistical Sue
She just won't stop tickling poor drew
She'll soon have him pissin'
Cause she likes to listen
To all of the laughter he'll spew.

Thanks

Thanks for the great contributions. anyone please don't be intimidated. You don't have to be as good as bohem of drew (as my tragedies prove).

I hope this can turn into a recurring thread.

jj82277 said:

Thanks for the great contributions. anyone please don't be intimidated. You don't have to be as good as bohem of drew (as my tragedies prove).

I hope this can turn into a recurring thread.

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^ Welcome...this is a good thread expressing things in abstract.
I have forgiven you in our past argument in one murky thread...LOL

Whether I'm tickling her belly button
Or tickling the soles of her feet
Tickling women is a tremendous treat
And surely can't be beat

I slowly glide my fingers up and down her soles
Sorry, baby it's how tickle torture goes
She squirms and laughs her head off
Stop she pleads and I just scoff

Feathers glide in between her toes
Even under her arms, sides and on her nose
In walks her sister and to her amazement
She claims that they did this for entertainment

Tickle torture is so much fun
On a rainy day, at night or in the sun
My girl's feet are very soft and are a golden tan
It's no wonder why I'm a girls feet fan

wow.. you guys are deep..

hugsssss/Lisa

DimpleToes said:

wow.. you guys are deep..

hugsssss/Lisa

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thanks mom

There once was a girl whom boys tickled,
which undoubtedly was a pickle,
so one day as they squeezed
the poor ticklish girl's knees,
their new smashed noses proved she was fickle.

Thank you

Thanks to everyone for their submissions and responses. I think that it is very healthy for us as a community to branch out and have more mainline features as a part of our daily interaction.

The ability to be tickled is one of the things that make us uniquley human. The ability to eroticize any and all aspects of that action makes us unique, humans. The process by which we process not only the act of tickling but the world itself should be continually expressed in abstract form so that we can better understand ourselves and learn about eachother.

It is a dream of mine to have a creative writing section as a part of this forum. I know that there are a lot of writers of poetry and fiction that have great works or future works that they may not feel comfortable sharing right now because they may not think this the propper venue for such enterprises. I personally think that is incumbent upon us as a group to acknowledge and enjoy all aspects of life in addition to and especially involving our common interest so that we can be closer as a community and facilitate more meaningful individual relationships throuhg numerous not just singular shared interests.

Revisons

Just made a couple of revisions if anyone is interested...