Ticklish

Impish grin, he approaches,

Despite shriek shouting, ignores, encroaches,

Fingers find a tender spot,

I plead, I bargan, but all for naught,

Features may betray as blithe,

Beneath my laugh I wriggle and writhe,

I love this man, but becoming fickle,

Refusing to cease this unending tickle,

Heart sputters, "Wait!", Brain triggers, "Attack!"

It could not be helped, since I laid on my back,

Swift as Taylor, flex en pointe,

Foot reflexively greets teeth, torture finally disjoint.