“Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe”

I have so many issues with making decisions. And tonight I have to decide between my lovers. I don’t want to hurt either of them, and I want them both. Not quite equally, but pretty close. For different reasons. The one I love because he has better tongue work and the other because his hip dance is inspiring. It all depends which I want that night.

I’d sleep with them both, but they are kind of particular about that. Sighs. My loss. And theirs, because one has to sit out now. And he feels hurt.

So each night I say the rhyme:

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
My mother told me
To pick the very best one
And you are [not] it.

It’d work better if there were more to chose from. I just have to remember to begin the rhyme with one fairly much as often as the other. So they don’t know how often I want the tongue over the hip dance. So they don’t know which one I love more than the other.

And maybe, so I can even hide it from myself. So we can stay together. Because I’d miss them both. I don’t want to lose either. I can’t let them know. At least not for sure.

I’m so glad for the rhyme! It’s my talisman.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
My mother told me
To pick the very best one
And you are [not] it.

It’s you tonight, my love. Come lay between my legs and lick me with your tongue! Oh gawd yes! Right there!

I do love being a single woman!