Her Finger Up My Nose

A tourist in town, quickly swiveled around. An arm extended upwards, pointing.

Before I could move, a finger went up my nose and my head tilted onto a 45 degree axis.

 

I reached onto tippy-toes to disengage, but slipped back down onto the soles of my feet.

The fit of the digit was snug, way better than any one of my own.

 

My arms swayed gently, while I waited for the expected withdrawal.

I hoped her finger was clean, it seemed to smell okay to me.

 

A look of shock had crossed her face, perplexed, she froze.

I remained impaled, until passersby assisted, lifting me free.