Tickling whispers
Trickle across the cold rocks
Mountains weeping sweet tears
Such is your voice in my ear
Close your eyes
The thundercloud is sneaking
around the other side of the house
Quickly!
Take my hand
let's go dancing in the rain!
Slumbering silently under cover
"Silly me" silly guy
Under the covers
Napping together
You and I
I awake with mischief
Nimble fingers across your still sleeping form
Laughing cries your only feeble defense
I tickle you until you bite my arm
And roll me off the bed
Laughing at me lying on the floor
This is my dream
You and I
and nothing more
Author notes
Arthur Demington...
A contest entry
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*sigh*
Hey wait...she's a biter? So...you want your girl to be like your cats? Hmmm...
This is a cute picture, D, and every bit romantic as always. You romantic you!
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She is welcome to bite me I suppose...
I take it as my punishment for not being ticklish.
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Not ticklish! Yes, that really is unfair! I can't have anyone go near my feet! Not too bad everywhere else...except a few choice places which shall forever remain secretly locked in my heart...but I have the blessing of being able to turn my ticklish off. It drives people in sane when I can just lie there and *shrug* it all off...except my feet...can't turn them off...tsk
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