thatgirlfinch 

She's "that girl." You know the one...
You never really went steady, but you'd run into her from time to

time while knocking around in disreputable joints, usually late at

night. She looked so hot, so sleek, so

sexy, so expressive, so exotic. You'd end up back at her place &

the night would just.. take off. A complete blur of hot, sweaty,

feverish, delirious, fumbling passion. You'd do things to each

other.. you'd do things to her, she'd do things to you.. things

that you're not even sure have names, that you're pretty sure are

illegal almost anywhere. Even her kinks have kinks & after one

of these nights, you'd realize that you yourself had a lot more kinks. And it wasn't just physical, it was cerebral.

Ethereal. Transcendent. But it would all whiz by in a blur, and by

morning you'd find yourself lightheaded, a bit confused, &
stumbling homeward to your regular gal.
Finch is just too much for any one man, probably. She leaves a trail of

broken, brainy, embittered engineers and washed up politicians behind her.

She ruins you for the RealWorld. You can ride a while, but you

probably can't go the distance with her. Go back to your regular gal

and try not to think too much about what you've seen. Done. Felt.

Thought.

Maybe you can salvage a little happiness; but it'll be hard. After

all.. you've tasted.. her.
She's not like anything else.

"I saw on Instagram, thatgirlfinch is in town."
"Finch, I thought she was on the coast?"

thatgirlfinch by NEVERAGAIN March 17, 2020

thatgirlfinch 

She's "that girl." You know the one...
You never really went steady, but you'd run into her from time to

time while knocking around in disreputable joints, usually late at

night. She looked so hot, so sleek, so

sexy, so expressive, so exotic. You'd end up back at her place &

the night would just.. take off. A complete blur of hot, sweaty,

feverish, delirious, fumbling passion. You'd do things to each

other.. you'd do things to her, she'd do things to you.. things

that you're not even sure have names, that you're pretty sure are

illegal almost anywhere. Even her kinks have kinks & after one

of these nights, you'd realize that you yourself had a lot more kinks. And it wasn't just physical, it was cerebral.

Ethereal. Transcendent. But it would all whiz by in a blur, and by

morning you'd find yourself lightheaded, a bit confused, &
stumbling homeward to your regular gal.
Finch is just too much for any one man, probably. She leaves a trail of

broken, brainy, embittered engineers and washed up politicians behind her.

She ruins you for the RealWorld. You can ride a while, but you

probably can't go the distance with her. Go back to your regular gal

and try not to think too much about what you've seen. Done. Felt.

Thought.

Maybe you can salvage a little happiness; but it'll be hard. After

all.. you've tasted.. her.
She's not like anything else.

"I saw on Instagram, thatgirlfinch is in town."
"Finch, I thought she was on the coast?"

thatgirlfinch by NEVERAGAIN March 17, 2020