The parlour


In marks upon my skin

her tattooed name.

Pain?

I bear,

wear with pride and

in my heart she will reside.

In marks upon my skin

she’s outside in

I’m inside out,

love is all about the little things

marriage vows and wedding rings are just  a part,

the bigger picture on the screen.

Seamlessly and

eventually another tattoo makes its mark upon my skin,

she is inside out and I climb outside in and we begin to draw,explore, and 

wanting more than the little things she brings me to her chamber.

 

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