Anticipation
In a playful game of tickle and tease,
He playfully challenged, "Let's see who can please!"
His touch was gentle, a delicate glide,
Making her giggle, with nowhere to hide.
One hand danced on her ticklish spot,
The other held her, in a playful knot.
Their laughter echoed, joy in the air,
A bond of love, beyond compare.
As they played, she whispered "more",
In this game of love, neither kept score.
Their giggles entwined, as the moments flew,
In each other's arms, their bond grew.
The game ended, both out of breath,
Resting side by side, feeling their heart's depth.
In a world of fun, they both did confess,
Love's playful touch, is pure happiness.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.