My Toes

To my toes, they tickle you, and I feel where they touch too much. They lack the dexterity, but they think they know the places. You swat them, the toes wish for more knuckles, length, and muscle memory. They want to practice, and love to Tip-Toe. They like to be touched and twisted. Sometimes they smell. They like their clippings kept in a jar. To my fingers, you are smooth, they have been many places and know where to go. They touch, and feel everything: Smooth, cool, warm, hair, bumps. They miss little. Sometimes they know too much. They can be kind, soothing, annoying, they love going places. There are certain places they always like to visit. They particularly like being between your clothing and your body, and they're always willing to go there. To my smeller, it's memory is photographic, or should I say... Olfactorgraphic. He loves your clean fresh scent It brings memories from longer ago then I can remember. He likes what he does, he's clever and very sharp. He loves rememberinhg the oldest times, and also loves to explore the new. He knows what he likes, and what he likes he loves to visit over and over again. He knows your smell, and he explores your most private places without you even knowing. He loves it when you clothe yourself in some special scented garments. He is very open to the new, but knows right away what he dislikes. He loves you.