Tattoos…

johncoyote

 Tattoos…

The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if we mark our bodies with ink. Each one, should tell us a story of adventure. She laughed and she told me.

You love the darkness, poetry and the jazz songs. You love us women. You see us with eyes of wonder and you want to hear our voices. You make me feel I am special. I allowed you to write words on bare skin. You can make me smile.

She put her bare legs across my lap and I caressed her rose bush tattoo, tenderly and I told her. I love your dream catcher on your back and the vision of the hands of peace on your left arm. I have traced the rose bunch to hidden…

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