There is a tattoo of Arlene on my chest.
Her naked figure covers my heart.
Every curve,
every fold, every shadow,
every subtle flesh toned perfection
that the artist's needle left behind
is my love.
Her colors,
soft ****** pink,
iris blue,
deep brunette hair.
And her lips....her flame red lips.
Her body snakes around mine
like ivy on a tree.
And when I move, she moves.
And when I sweat, she sweats.
And when my muscles flex,
she dances.
Her lips kiss me every day,
her fingers caress me and she is with me always.
Although I know this is just ink on skin,
there is a passion deep within,
it's what I have when she is not with me.

And if you look real hard,
there
on her breast,
is a tattoo of me as well.