I wished you a goodnight.
Hoping you'd dream of something that would make you blush
when I asked about it the following morning.

I'd lie awake in bed
for another hour or so,
(writhing)
having idealistic daydreams
of tickle fights that turned to frisk fights.

Not that I'd put up much resistance.

If you play the part of the naughty lab professor
I promise I'll find a way to end up in detention everyday.