He has fat fingers. Fat furry fingers. Fat furry freckled fingers, like most redheadsd boys. Well, t
He has fat fingers. Fat furry fingers. Fat furry freckled fingers, like most redheadsd boys. Well, the freckles part, anyway. And they are arthritic. But there is no other lover’s hand I want to hold more. No other lover’s laugh I yearn to hear more. No other lover I want more. Still, a woman has needs. And he is there, while I am here. So I make do with other men and enjoy what they have to offer me. They’re very nice. But I still want him, I need him, and I sort of hate that. Even when we do get together, my mind performs a subconscious countdown to when we will have to part. Sometimes there are extensions, but the parting is inevitable. -- source link