Confessions of a Tattoo Artist

She walks in like an Angel sent to me
Teasingly requesting new ink,
Knowing that touching her body
Will harden my now flaccid dick
Caressing her ass while inking her thigh
Licking her dripping pussy
Is all that's running through my mind
I have her on my bed
With her ass in my face
Wondering how it would be to fuck her
At a deep and hardened pace.
I feel my heartbeat start to quicken,
As she turns around and looks at me
"Could she read my mind?"
I'm trying to hide my lust, "Can she see?"
My dick is hard I'm trying to hide it under the bed
Impure thoughts of just forcing myself on her
Running through my head
Can't I just finish this tattoo
Can't it just get done
Maybe she'll like my work
Maybe she'll give me some
My work is complete
She seems amazed
Yes!!! I might get lucky
Instead I get paid
With a smile and a thank you
She walks out my door
I stand there waving
Flaccid dick once more