TattooA Poem by arizonagallagherJust some quick late night work.I miss the feeling of your fingertips tracing the dark twisting ink upon my skin. Late at night after the lovemaking had ceased, you'd absentmindedly follow the pictures along my shoulders, down my neck, sending shivers up my spine. © 2015 arizonagallagherAuthor's Note
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