Your Middle Finger
A Poem by TTBoy
Warning
This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
Your middle finger pleases me
The length of it
The width of it
The way you command it to do your
bidding excites me
I watch the way you position your middle
finger and I want to emulate it when I am
alone but I can’t
I even try to hold it in front of my nose
and smell what you do afterwards
when we are in the restaurant
But I prefer you to do it
Just like you do when you scoop the
whipped cream from my cappuccino and
offer me a taste
And I cream because your middle finger
pleases me
I notice everything about your middle
finger
that same finger you use to stir your
coffee
My, how Neanderthal how Cro-Magnon
how seductive
And I daydream about that finger
and its quite possibilities and feel that
I am the most important person in the world
That thing
That glorious thing buggers me and when
a substitution is needed
I day dream again and again as to when I will
get the chance to see your middle finger
extended from your hand
knowing all it takes is for someone and then
anyone to turn down an advance from
you
And that thing
That glorious thing
is mine
All mine
And I don’t even have to open my mouth
© 2010 TTBoy
