medikation65
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You've cuffed my wrists,
up over my head.
You've tied my ankles,
to the posts of the bed.
You slowly come over,
with a devious grin.
And climb up on to me,
My torso you pin.
You start to run nails,
all over my tummy.
Then I start to squirm,
and you find this funny!
"Come on now, LAUGH!"
"I'll tickle your sides!"
You dig in to them,
and my eyes get all wide.
So I start to laugh,
and try to escape.
But you've tied me tight,
and I'm under your weight!
"Shall I move up?"
You ask with a grin.
You tickle my ribs,
and THEN I give in!
I laugh and I beg!
My ribs are the spot.
"Ticklish ribs!
Just as I thought!"
You stop for a bit,
and ask me again,
"Shall I move up?
I think I will then!"
"Under the arms?"
You start to dig in.
"Ticklish nails?"
You ask with a grin.
"I think it's time,
the two of them meet."
"I mean my nails,
and the BOTTOMS OF YOUR FEET!"
I start to beg,
as you move from me.
You simply smile,
"Ticklish feet?"
You walk to them,
and stand in between.
My ankles are tied,
boy are you mean!
You look right at me,
and move your hands closer,
I see your nails,
and try to turn over.
Grinning you start,
to tickle my feet.
I can't get away,
And it feels so sweet.
Scribbling over,
the bottoms of them.
Your nails are the worst,
a ticklish TEN!
Just when I think,
it's over, thank heaven.
The nails just come back,
to start over again!
Tell me if you like my poem.
up over my head.
You've tied my ankles,
to the posts of the bed.
You slowly come over,
with a devious grin.
And climb up on to me,
My torso you pin.
You start to run nails,
all over my tummy.
Then I start to squirm,
and you find this funny!
"Come on now, LAUGH!"
"I'll tickle your sides!"
You dig in to them,
and my eyes get all wide.
So I start to laugh,
and try to escape.
But you've tied me tight,
and I'm under your weight!
"Shall I move up?"
You ask with a grin.
You tickle my ribs,
and THEN I give in!
I laugh and I beg!
My ribs are the spot.
"Ticklish ribs!
Just as I thought!"
You stop for a bit,
and ask me again,
"Shall I move up?
I think I will then!"
"Under the arms?"
You start to dig in.
"Ticklish nails?"
You ask with a grin.
"I think it's time,
the two of them meet."
"I mean my nails,
and the BOTTOMS OF YOUR FEET!"
I start to beg,
as you move from me.
You simply smile,
"Ticklish feet?"
You walk to them,
and stand in between.
My ankles are tied,
boy are you mean!
You look right at me,
and move your hands closer,
I see your nails,
and try to turn over.
Grinning you start,
to tickle my feet.
I can't get away,
And it feels so sweet.
Scribbling over,
the bottoms of them.
Your nails are the worst,
a ticklish TEN!
Just when I think,
it's over, thank heaven.
The nails just come back,
to start over again!
Tell me if you like my poem.
