Tattoo

10/12/2021 175 צפיות אין תגובות

I cannot see these lines, but I can certainly picture them. Lyrics from a poem forever mark her skin. Etched from spine to right shoulder, awaiting my lips.
In dark nights they lay there beside me, fiddling with my mind.
First time I spotted them in that sauna they were covered in tiny drops of her sweat. Black letters slanted lightly. One breathlessly chasing the other.
And now my enticed finger blindly seeks the text. Her purrs make my mouth water. Nearer she draws, her soft hair tickling my face. My hand slides down slopes and up hills, feeling her radiating warmth. I like the music her panting creates.
And when she turns to face me, her whisper rolls all the way from tongue to ears: “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” I know this to be true.

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