Tickle me who? Tickle me not?
That’s what I am, I’m a tickle me twat.
I sneak to your bed, and go for kiss.
You shut your eyes, expecting pure bliss,
then I tick and I pick and I tickle your bot
since I’m tiny and teasing, tickle me pickle me, groping and squeezing, fickle me lickle me, moist and unceasing, rickle me kickle me, squirmy and wormy and as soft as a Burmy, nickle me sickle tickle me twat.
Deer Miss Tickle Me Twat,
My mom sed that you wer atchually bed bugs, so we’re gettin a xsterminater.
Love George.
Dear George,
Your mom’s wrong.
-TT
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