Get a Tickle On
"Let's get a tickle on!" Sounds from his lips.
He mischievously wiggles those fingertips.
"Her tickle-flex has been found!"
Now she's rolling on the ground.
She tucks her knees up to her chest
To resist him at her best.
Her laughter takes away her strength.
He straightens her to her full length.
Shoulders, ribs, ankles, knees
He won't stop til he hears her pleas!
He chuckles. He rises. He takes her hand
And pulls her up to help her stand.
He turns and starts to walk away.
She tugs him back without delay.
She grips his calves and starts her tease
With rhythmic rubs and the odd squeeze.
He can't escape flat on his face.
His untamed laughter fills their space.
Now he's the one who roars and begs
For the freedom of his legs.
She stops. They exhale a restful sigh,
Smiling, facing eye to eye.
"Let's get a tickle on!" She mocks in jest.
"Just wait til next time little pest."
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2023
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