Mine, she paint my skin
some nights get a'weary
still she paint it in
blood drop in her tear
heartache in her ink
oh so tender stroke
can't fight what she think
my skin give her hope
through her paint she wail
never be fearful
mine, she trace her tale
seduce my dear soul
across my open skin
her journey astound me
whisper, "Hush now, sweet one,
this be why you found me..."
QMF,... the beach, you, me and an endless pot of ink... a man can dream, cant he?... "this be why you found me...."- R.
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