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A gift in ink
His wrist resting on my clit,
his breathing, steady, intense
His eyes, focussed
His hand, firm, gripping
the needle
He talks to me in a soothing voice
I can barely hear,
all that is,
is the constant hum,
the warmth seeping through my body
I wanted this for so long
a sign
of you
of us
permenancy
every man hearafter
will see the sign
and know
my tatto
on my cunt
is for you
his breathing, steady, intense
His eyes, focussed
His hand, firm, gripping
the needle
He talks to me in a soothing voice
I can barely hear,
all that is,
is the constant hum,
the warmth seeping through my body
I wanted this for so long
a sign
of you
of us
permenancy
every man hearafter
will see the sign
and know
my tatto
on my cunt
is for you
Published 2nd Mar 2012
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2nd Mar 2012 2:35pm
Enbjoyed reading this sensual poem about a tattoo on woman's cunt which was attentively held his eyes.
3rd Mar 2012 2:08am
2nd Mar 2012 2:35pm
3rd Mar 2012 2:09am
