Sensibility of a Finger

Sensibility of a Finger.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Col. Forefinger Left.
I have served in the army and have seen a lot of the world, but our heart lies here.
My master has spent many years alone and then out of the blue saw a vision of a woman.
Viewing her from afar, seeing her in the hands of another man was more then we could bear.
Thankfully her view of us changed and we could finally be able to caress that fine skin.
Now her finger carries our ring, and I can be threaded against my female counterpart.
My favorite pass time is fly fishing, the feeling of that line against me as it drags passed.
Such joy is the line twitch against me, letting us know a fish is at the end nibbling.
The slippery scales of a fish are no match for me when I handle a knife, I must confess I have great skill with such a simple matter.
Many would think a life of a forefinger is full of pain, we are the most likely one to be cut off or be pricked with a needle. Yes, my five brothers and I can sew, it was a requirement in the military and my master knows how to care for himself.
But I am also the finger that our lady wife kisses, each night she tells him to lay down his book and come to bed. She then kisses me and we go to her, and be as one.
I normally would never mention such a sordid topic but the best part of the night after the kiss is being able to remove her corset and massage her tender skin. It gives her great joy.
I get to show our lady wife the world’s beauty. A bird flying over head, a cloud shaped like a heart or a red rose that symbolizes our love for her.
When we are not with her, we are thinking of her constantly, and at this time I usually get gnawed on and his frustration at being apart from her is my anguish.

So soft is her skin under my touch
How sweet her lips on my tip.
The silk of her clothing brushing me
Causes the blood to flow so fast
She is mine forever more,
Our Marianne.