Ticklish Knees

I know your spot.
Where your torso slightly curves in,
I can feel the tendon down the side.

Your lips so close to my cheek
but not leaning in for a kiss.
Your mouth posed in a sideways smirk,
eyes half-closed.

You’re cringing in fetal position
as I get revenge on your reflexes.

And you try not to wince
from determined pinches.

My body is tense
sliding away from you on white sheets.

Only my blushed face reflects
the laughter trapped in every tight muscle,

As you grab at my ticklish knees.

Alyssa Tom

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