Getting inked

her beautiful curls  
hang long
covering bronze flesh
untouched  
a clean canvas  
 
she wants to learn  
all of his colors
the light, the dark
everything in between  
beautifully prismatic
 
his eyes take her in
deciding where to make  
the first mark,
his hands brushstroking
 
she finds pain and pleasure  
watching as he pushes his  
beautiful colors, melding
penetrating, flooding  
beneath yielding flesh