Book Of Firsts: First Tickle Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Languid, we laid
On your mom and dad’s obscurely
Immense suede couch that can be
Folded into a miniature world of
Coiling and cuddling.
I never tickled you with a trifle poise.
I only thought about it for a second,
But desired it for a life time,
And I know your ticklish spot
Aside from the fine lines of your veins.

I let out a firm thrust,
And somewhat stabbed your obliques
With a taut spear of a hand,
And you broke into a peal of laughter,
And I broke into a peal of loving you more,
And needing you more,
And wanting to tickle you more
Until you explode with unsolicited strength
That I can never contain in a lifetime.
And then, with your strong, man-like strut,
You recoiled like a gun,
And hit me squarely on my chin,
And I swear,
I loved you more.