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I Tattoo U..........
….........you r my fine art erotique
an elegant illusion
to a smell, a taste
light citrus fruit, layered with the gentle scent
of a red rose, decidedly french
as you enter my fortress doors
rouge not red, the aura of you is going to my head.........tattoo you
it's tribal branches, flora and fauna carved deep into the bend of your back
floating above the buoyant curves of ur ass, not to my chagrin
I fail not.....your pretty wings have allowed me in
I want to lick, kiss and taste you.......right there
over and
over and
over again
snowy and cold outside my dear
but inside, the tempest is warm and wet-let me whisper something in your ear
blessing lustful dreams that this night shall not forget
romantic
sensual
wicked.........obscene (your body's calling me) top shelf, deliciously decadent.
tearing through my intimate flesh as I pass through your impassioned
doors of pleasure and pain
thorns pressed tightly against the swell of my corona, I cannot contain myself
this intense feeling of euphoria
…..“le petite morte” soon to cum
fading images of that beautiful tattoo....the time passages
..........as I penetrate the depths of your abysmal treasures as they unfold
before these dreaming eyes of mine
spreading your legs open wide, wrapped around my body, welcoming me home
to your pleasures........
…....we have become our own beautiful display of art,
our ochres stirred into one exotic shade
I tattoo you
with creamy, white burst of lust and light on this cold winter night........
an elegant illusion
to a smell, a taste
light citrus fruit, layered with the gentle scent
of a red rose, decidedly french
as you enter my fortress doors
rouge not red, the aura of you is going to my head.........tattoo you
it's tribal branches, flora and fauna carved deep into the bend of your back
floating above the buoyant curves of ur ass, not to my chagrin
I fail not.....your pretty wings have allowed me in
I want to lick, kiss and taste you.......right there
over and
over and
over again
snowy and cold outside my dear
but inside, the tempest is warm and wet-let me whisper something in your ear
blessing lustful dreams that this night shall not forget
romantic
sensual
wicked.........obscene (your body's calling me) top shelf, deliciously decadent.
tearing through my intimate flesh as I pass through your impassioned
doors of pleasure and pain
thorns pressed tightly against the swell of my corona, I cannot contain myself
this intense feeling of euphoria
…..“le petite morte” soon to cum
fading images of that beautiful tattoo....the time passages
..........as I penetrate the depths of your abysmal treasures as they unfold
before these dreaming eyes of mine
spreading your legs open wide, wrapped around my body, welcoming me home
to your pleasures........
…....we have become our own beautiful display of art,
our ochres stirred into one exotic shade
I tattoo you
with creamy, white burst of lust and light on this cold winter night........
Published 10th Jan 2025
| Edited 14th Jan 2025
Author's Note
......influenced by this cold snap, warm hearts and the tribal tattoo she hides within the small of her back. Original art by Musically Mr M #6fivefour6
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