Things that feel good to me

There are many things that feel good to me but I am going to focus on just one. The big one. The one I love the most. The one that brings me the most joy, the most happiness and ultimately causes me the most sadness. Getting a tickle.

There are many ways to get a tickle. You can get it on your back, your leg, your arm, or wherever you like. You can get it fast, slow, hard or soft. You can get it with hands or objects. It can be scratching or rubbing. The way in which a tickle is given depends solely on the recipient. I like my tickle slow, on the shoulders and down the center of my back. DO NOT go to the sides because they are off limits. I am too ticklish and you'll screw it all up. Because tickling involves trust and once you cross the borders, it’s all over.

Back tickling is a gift from God, my friend. I love me some back tickle and don’t think I don’t. Fulfilling my need for back tickle time is very similar to filling the Pacific Ocean with an eye dropper. This was told to me by someone that I over extended in the back tickling department. Unfortunately, over the years I have become a tickle whore. I will do just about anything for a quickie. A quickie is the one that sends me back in time. It’s on my arm and that is what my mother use to do for me in the mornings before school. I was hooked. When I started thinking about this, I thought I would write my mother a nice story. A story about tickling my arm and what it meant to me growing up. It was very nice and was meant to show her what a happy memory of my childhood she had given to me. Below is what I wrote to her and her response to this was, “I was not a fang dripping monster.” I said, “Is that all you got out of this?” She laughed and said no. But she had to put a dig into me because we’re southern and that’s how we roll.

My Mom’s Tickle

At the break of dawn, the lights go on
A soft spoken woman gently whispers, “Honey, it’s time to get up
My body proceeds to the bedroom door
Stopping just at the door
The switch goes off and I’m back in bed

The previously soft spoken women switches the light on again
In a regular voice she says, “It’s time for school – get up.”
My body proceeds to the bedroom door
Stopping just at the door
The switch goes off and I’m back in bed

The lights go on once again and I open my eyes
Now standing before me is a demonic fang dripping monster
“Get up right NOW! You’re late for school! Don't make me come in here again!”
Now my school day starts off bad

Later that night, while we were eating at the bargaining table
A deal had been made
A five minute tickle of the arm
Is the amendment to the getting up deal

Get up at first light
And the pleasure will be yours
I saw no choice
So I accepted the deal

Thirty years later I reflect on the past
Amendments I’ve known are long since gone
Gentle words to the one I love
“Just for five minutes, please tickle my arm.”

Fifty percent it will be a yes
Followed by unwilling rubbing and touching
Realization has now set in
Tickles I knew are gone

Because only one really knows
How tickling my arm is suppose to go

So remember, when someone asks you to give them a tickle, do it. Do it because there is usually more in that tickle then you know.