The terms of the deal
Specified and spoken forth
Carefully attended like the crease of an origami lilac
Delicate and practiced
In tune with the ongoing and repetitious hum of a steam engine forthcoming
A culmination of fingers and skin
Delicate and practiced
Incandescent and warm as you approach
Your eyes acclimated to the night’s palpable gravity
Mine to the anxiety of a blindfold
You
A tiger and advancing through grass to ascend the bed
Your knees, balancing upon the surface of a cloud with my hips in between
Your feet draped with the silky impression of a black-tie gown against my legs
Me
A slight depression of the bed to indicate your presence
The tender embrace of your legs against my waist
The faint glide of your nylon adorned legs as you skillfully apply your position
Our breathing patterns like mirrors
Pacing
The audible imprint of your anticipation
Matching the measured rise and fall of my bare tummy beneath you
Delicate and practiced
You part the silence with a gentle whisper
“Is it okay if I tickle you?”
I exhale
“Yes”
I feel your smile
Objective and kind
Melodious even
“ are you ticklish?”
I answered without preamble
Definitively and assuredly
“ yes”
For a moment’s pause
We can
Each of us independently
Feel the energy in the room
The unfettered assertion that both Ler and Lee
Have waited for this moment
Carefully constructed
A tower of cards that two fragile souls could blow over
With the forceful gust of a deep sigh
The anticipation of fingers on skin
Fireworks being lit
Ready to spark
And then they do
Your fingers brush my tummy with the concentration of a pianist
Following the notes to a most certain crescendo
Reading my writhing body like a computer
A chess master looking three moves ahead
Pinching delicately
Assessing in real time that my body turns left when you pinch low
And compensates in turn with skittering nails around my belly button
I feel your poise within me
Ocean waves crashing and lapping against a concave belly
I have not been tickled by someone interested in tickling before
And it shows
I smile to show you that we’re the same
I wiggle reflexively and approvingly
I feel the burbling brook of a giggle
Pressing incessantly against my throat
Unable to hold back further
And I release my laughter
Or perhaps you release my laughter
I don’t see the difference
And my body trusts that the difference no longer matters
You collect the laughter like a dandelion wisp
Careful enough to hold it
To persist it
To let it thrive
As you let us thrive
As I let us thrive
As we accept the moment
And each other
I whisper through deep breaths
“It tickles”
You whisper back
“You’re welcome”
And “thank you”
We buzz
Electric and neon
Pushing past the expectations of the session
Looking deeply into the field as the grass bristles gently
Wondering what happens next
* Hoping that those that have read this have enjoyed it. If you did, please throw a like my way.
If anyone wants to DM either to provide feedback or potentially participate in some tickle talk, please do 😁
Specified and spoken forth
Carefully attended like the crease of an origami lilac
Delicate and practiced
In tune with the ongoing and repetitious hum of a steam engine forthcoming
A culmination of fingers and skin
Delicate and practiced
Incandescent and warm as you approach
Your eyes acclimated to the night’s palpable gravity
Mine to the anxiety of a blindfold
You
A tiger and advancing through grass to ascend the bed
Your knees, balancing upon the surface of a cloud with my hips in between
Your feet draped with the silky impression of a black-tie gown against my legs
Me
A slight depression of the bed to indicate your presence
The tender embrace of your legs against my waist
The faint glide of your nylon adorned legs as you skillfully apply your position
Our breathing patterns like mirrors
Pacing
The audible imprint of your anticipation
Matching the measured rise and fall of my bare tummy beneath you
Delicate and practiced
You part the silence with a gentle whisper
“Is it okay if I tickle you?”
I exhale
“Yes”
I feel your smile
Objective and kind
Melodious even
“ are you ticklish?”
I answered without preamble
Definitively and assuredly
“ yes”
For a moment’s pause
We can
Each of us independently
Feel the energy in the room
The unfettered assertion that both Ler and Lee
Have waited for this moment
Carefully constructed
A tower of cards that two fragile souls could blow over
With the forceful gust of a deep sigh
The anticipation of fingers on skin
Fireworks being lit
Ready to spark
And then they do
Your fingers brush my tummy with the concentration of a pianist
Following the notes to a most certain crescendo
Reading my writhing body like a computer
A chess master looking three moves ahead
Pinching delicately
Assessing in real time that my body turns left when you pinch low
And compensates in turn with skittering nails around my belly button
I feel your poise within me
Ocean waves crashing and lapping against a concave belly
I have not been tickled by someone interested in tickling before
And it shows
I smile to show you that we’re the same
I wiggle reflexively and approvingly
I feel the burbling brook of a giggle
Pressing incessantly against my throat
Unable to hold back further
And I release my laughter
Or perhaps you release my laughter
I don’t see the difference
And my body trusts that the difference no longer matters
You collect the laughter like a dandelion wisp
Careful enough to hold it
To persist it
To let it thrive
As you let us thrive
As I let us thrive
As we accept the moment
And each other
I whisper through deep breaths
“It tickles”
You whisper back
“You’re welcome”
And “thank you”
We buzz
Electric and neon
Pushing past the expectations of the session
Looking deeply into the field as the grass bristles gently
Wondering what happens next
* Hoping that those that have read this have enjoyed it. If you did, please throw a like my way.
If anyone wants to DM either to provide feedback or potentially participate in some tickle talk, please do 😁
