Tickled

12/19/2009

Tickled, pickled, tired yet wired

I want, I need, oh how I desire

Your face in my hand

Our fingers entwined

The lay of the land 

Cannot break these binds

I close my eyes

And image you’re close

In just a little time

I’ve administered the dose

The drug

The high

That makes me fly

Your attention, sweet lover

Is all I require

With feet set to hover

I float while on fire. 

By Alyse Wisneski