Tattoo

Her body is my canvas
Secrets hide in the shadows
The curves and fullness of her hips flare out and cry out
To be touched and spanked and licked
She lifts her dress and thoughts immediately drift south
Following that naked path between the fragrance of her dark, scented hair
To the smooth, pale flesh to the tattoo of the cross

My blood boils
I am consumed by thirst
I want to drop to my knees and deify her
Inhaling every inch of honey-candied perfection
I want to follow that image down ... as the black lace comes down
I want to lean in and be born again

I want to lose myself in her ... my tongue, my lips, my fugitive soul
Oh.. the things I want to know
Images flicker
Warm vanilla sugar fills the air
I am trapped and bound by her skin
The ink seeping into my pornographic imagination
Art as addiction

Comments

[Brooke]

Amazing, again. Such rich imagery. Your girl is beautiful by the way. Filipina?

[Buddha]

Thanks. She's Filipina, yes.