Being tickled
Laughter can be bright
And sweet to ones ears
But he's the one tickling
My secret spot
I laugh and laugh
Feeling so happy
So free
And as always
Trying to escape
But while I move away
I don't want him to stop
For each little finger movement
and I'm rolling on the
Floor
My neck is so sensitive
And with him near
I can expect nothing less
But as I laugh
My heart has and overwhelming
Comfort
For there is no one in the world
I'd rather have tickling me.
No one.