Tat-trums No. 9

Thinking of needles

Across that fair skin there

Making their marks

Emblems forever with precise care

 

They looked so perfect

And felt so much better

As I ran my hand across her midway bits

Not yet a touch of sweet sweat there

 

I looked to her eyes

To know I didn’t go too far in

Or too fast or too slow

So my touch was not sparing

 

She looked right down at me

Steadfast and pleased

Perhaps I make her feel tingly

Perhaps a little weak in the knees

 

All over in the moment?

Yet it felt as time had stopped

Just a slight rub across her skin from me

But not a circle I made there a waste or a loss

 

A want…

To examine this unknown country more

Should I go further, either up ways or down?

Were there well laid traps

Just waiting to be found?

 

Curious a hand…

Held back although inclined

What did she want? She did not make me stop

My hand’s caress of her belly

And her curtain never did drop

 

My thoughts tried to be elsewhere

Before I passed any unpainted lines

But my mind was so focused

Not so much for tattoos, but her tight body so fine

 

My circles turned to swirls

I swore she was purring

I retreated with my touch

Then I expected to hear cursings

 

Her smile never dwindled

She did not back away

She just let her shirt fall back down

And moved on to say…

 

I have some more on my back and…well, that’s enough for today

　

　

　

　

Reviews

[Rhianne Ney]

I love the poem, it was fascinating and beautiful
great job, gombeggar ^-^

[gombeggar]

thanks much

[Rhianne Ney]

^-^

[lillythorn]

so intrigued by what comes next myself... what are they looking for, what did they find... the caress, the softness, the whispers of things left unsaid... your words take me to a whole new world... I love it... wonderfully written!!!

[gombeggar]

thank u much, lilly

[lillythorn]

you are very welcome... :)

[Ees]

Lovely poem. I enjoyed seeing it from this very different perspective. Of a man compelled to touch a woman and looking for reassurance that he did not overstep his bounds.
Great work, makes one hang on edge just a bit.