Tickle (an acrostic poem)

Temptation to reach out and do more than touch

I pulled my hands back, my fingers flexing

Carrie giggled and shimmied closer

Kissing was now in range, but still I held back

Last thing I wanted to do was cause her to run away

Everything would depend if I could keep making her giggle

 

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