She longs to feel his fingers
trace over all the inked lines
found etched across her body.
©️tara caribou – 2017
She longs to feel his fingers
trace over all the inked lines
found etched across her body.
©️tara caribou – 2017
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Your ink bursts in my eyes
My soul swims drunken in the tattooed script
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Short and sweet.
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Thanks Wayne. Neither of those describe me so I thought I’d try it in a poem instead 😉
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If she wasn’t short and sweet, but rather tall and bitter, she might just satisfy my tastes regardless…
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Hahaha! Just because one isn’t sweet does mean they’re bitter and just because one is short doesn’t mean they are tall, lol.
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Just trying to adjust my way of thinking 0
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I’m sure you were… lol
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It’s beautiful, Tara. Are you a fan of Brandi Carlisle? I thought of her song immediately after reading your poem:
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No, I hadn’t heard that before. Thanks for sharing (and the compliment!)
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What an image !!!
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Hehehe! Thanks ☺️
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Welcome lol🤓
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