I've been tickling my wife for ever. I learned early that I could tickle her until we found her limit, which varies from one tickling to the next. Before she reaches her limit her face is so radiantly beautiful while I'm tickling that she makes my eyes ache just to look at her.
Her laughter is such a glorious sound that it makes me WANT to taunt and tease just to keep her going.
I said her limit varies from one tickling to the next.
When she reaches her limit, the pitch of her laughing and screaming drops just a half a note. That gloriously beautiful face contorts a tiny bit to become a caricature of a beautiful woman. If I stop right at that point, we have both had fun with tickling. Sometimes if I stop right then, the night is still young, and we can continue having fun for a while.
Once twenty or twenty five years ago I tickled her until she really cried. G-d, I wish to this day I could take that back. Tickling is supposed to be fun for both the husband and the wife. That night it stopped being fun for her. It was a while, maybe a month or two or three after that before I ever tickled her again. She has no tickle bug, but she knows I do. I could never start again until she teased me into it.
I still wish I could take that night back.
Hiram
Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.
You're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fears apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
Touches my foolish heart.
Yes you're lovely, never, ever change
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight.
