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Darling,
I will survive.
Just be the dripping butter on my aloo paratha.
With pickle I'll tickle.

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Kuch logo ko thodi si
gudgudi kardo to unka


Break dance shuru
ho jata hai

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I am just another mediocre,
Don't invest too much time.
My words will take your breath away,
But my poems will never rhyme.

Leave, before it gets too cosy,
I know about a lot but know too little,
Don't take your interest for love though,
I am just an intellectual tickle.

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I was standing there - aroused! Her stomach was really smooth, silky and flat with a little paunch around her belly button. Her small mound had a big deep navel, and looked so sexy. It almost looks like a second vagina. It was inviting me to taste it. I first blew some air on her belly button and looked at her expression as she was enjoying the tickle of air on her belly. I was dying to kiss her belly button...

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I put my arm on her bare waist and pulled her closer. I began caressing her back, and felt her breathing sharply as my hand glided across her smooth skin. I guess years of abstinence means the slightest contact could make you horny.
I held her waist with both hands, and now it was my turn to bend until her navel was at my eye level. The midriff is one of the sexiest things about a saree, and she had one of the sexiest midriffs I have ever seen, with a beautiful gold belly chain on it. There's something about a belly that has just the right amount of fat that makes me go mad. I began softly squeezing her waist with both my hands and then buried my face in it, kissing and nibbling it. Sucking on her tender body felt heavenly. I rubbed my cheek on her belly, and she giggled. The scent of her hair,her neck,and the skin around her navel was of an intense perfume I inhaled,held, and allowed to swirl around.

"Ahhh, that tickles!" she whispered.

"What? This?" I teased, rubbing my nose on her bellybutton again....

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You know what?
Let it pain darling,
Let the wound be played
with again and again,
until one day,
it starts tickling.
Smile through pain,
because pain
actually never
pains.

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The one thing you like with his beard?
It tickles me and change
my mood to swing.

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Why the reader was laughing as hell while reading a column in the newspaper?

Cause it was an Ar-tickle

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