Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.
It hurt to even bump into him.
A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.
For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch.
Almost anything makes me laugh, especially jokes at my own expense. And I will never, ever admit to being ticklish anywhere.
My knees are ticklish.
I hate having my feet touching stuff. And I've been finding people that have the same thing. It's not a phobia; it just gives me goose bumps.
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
If I get tickled in a certain way, I actually lose the ability to stand. I don't mean to, but something happens to my knees, and I fall on the ground.
