the latest man in my life
is younger than me. he's only three months old.
we haven't been together very long. only a month and half since he came into my life.
he shows affection is ways I'm not used to.
he climbs on me and sucks on my hair and kneads my neck.
when I sit on the couch and type on the laptop (like I'm doing now)
he climbs up my chest and hangs over my shoulder
giving me a huge furry hug.
he likes everyone and everyone likes him
just like one of the other important men that I live with
(no, not Ford, silly. Tyrone!)
I'm lucky to have all of them.
they all make me happy all of the time.
but this little sweetheart holds a special place in my heart
even if he does break into my purse and carry tampons around the apartment in his mouth.
you've gotta take the good with the bad, right?