The girl with the raven tattoo

  the way a good, firm slap on the ass devours
a woman's sanctities should be criminal, but we all enjoy a little blush on the cheek.

Yeah, even her...

   she's a good girl, all class & awkward grace, soft around the edges, no makeup on her face. her dresses hang in order, always in the back, right above those sexy heels she plans on talking back.
 
concrete & wildflowers, lonely city streets, you can see the rain clouds in her eyes & feel the ache in her feet.
there's a way to the heart of a woman like her, soul reigning free where the wild things stir.

every once in awhile there's a light in those eyes
& a fond memory of her milky white thighs
bent over the back of red ATV, rockin' those hips to a primordial beat, cool mountain air licking flame from her cheeks.

Those kind of girls have all the right ink