By Frank Weber
Copyright ©2024
The lines of ink
run up and down
her inner thigh
and don’t even seem
to form a shape
until a long enough stare
catches your eye and
you are caught, but
it’s too late to turn by then,
so who cares?
Those silky
blue and black
streaks and strokes with
blush-red streams and
lavender blotches
all take on their own life
climbing high up her into hams and
whaddayaknow???
there IS a picture underneath
that cheeky ass!
Just out of reach of
the frays of the
skin-tight cutoffs
blended deep within the
golden-brown skin of
her legs below,
succulent and sensual
winding snakes and
coiled dragons,
lotus and lilies
and cherry blossoms
clustered and floating
all squeezing together
into the back of her
tender thigh.
But just then
something unexpected
jumps out to shine,
so filled with
life and electricity
promise and excitement
it’s not a broad or
even a wide smile
it’s gentle and pursed
and so full of
vigor and lust
that everything else is
so quickly forgotten.
Her smile
is that startling effect
so unexpected and
so completely welcomed
and now all of the pieces
can form into one.
God, I love a girl with ink.
About Frank Weber:
Frank Weber is a freelance writer from Erie, Pennsylvania. He has been published in several print and digital magazines, local interest books and advertising campaigns as both writer and model. His work encompasses a firm conviction, a simple honesty in written word and enough of a raw edge to make people feel what they read. Website: www.frankietatts.com
Twitter: @frankietatts_
Instagram: @frankietatts
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