texastickler
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I Have written many poems in my life about ticking. I do not have a story yet, but i am working on one. This is one of the first I wrote when i was about 21. This is neither long or detailed, but you will get the idea. I hope! Enjoy, "She Wins"
She Wins.
She comes to me, submissive
Her body begs for my touch.
I say nothing,
She knows her part.
Under restraints,
She shivers with anticipation.
She lies there waiting,
For my fingers soft strokes on her skin.
Already giggling softly,
She knows what comes next.
I lean in and whisper,
“What will I do to you this day?”
She says, “You will tickle me,
In every spot, in every way.”
At this moment it all begins,
Her laughter escapes and is music to my ears,
She knows tonight, she wins.
She Wins.
She comes to me, submissive
Her body begs for my touch.
I say nothing,
She knows her part.
Under restraints,
She shivers with anticipation.
She lies there waiting,
For my fingers soft strokes on her skin.
Already giggling softly,
She knows what comes next.
I lean in and whisper,
“What will I do to you this day?”
She says, “You will tickle me,
In every spot, in every way.”
At this moment it all begins,
Her laughter escapes and is music to my ears,
She knows tonight, she wins.
