Fingers and Toes

She counted her men on fingers and toes

collecting scattered flashbacks in mind’s eye

cataloged according to prowess, sleight of hand

the men in her life no longer fit on two hands

she’d started counting on her toes-perfect recall

reminding her of the one who sucked her toes

worked his way up licking with velvet tongue

he reminded her of her dog who did the same thing

she recalled the man who had a breast fetish

his mouth stayed in one place – must have missed his mom

another stud massaged her all over, touched secret places

exploded her soul in all the right ways, not missing a beat

others did nothing but plunge right in, couldn’t wait

she didn’t include those ‘quick starts’ on fingers and toes

you’ll note that this fantasy is hash tagged as fiction

you’re somewhat mistaken if you think she is me!