Your love is a line
Tattoed down my spine
The pulse of a tentative touch
This pain is an art
I play my bit part
When you leave and I miss you much
Your mark on me
Indelible
I close my eyes and see
Your soul is a beautiful picture
Superimposed on the skin that's me
Indelible
My baby.
Write my life with your ink
I cannot think
Of a better way for the page to unfold
Each line a caress
This gentleness
Of a love story in flesh be it told
Indelible
The name of the story we write
Your soul is an epic masterpiece
Written on my flesh at night
Indelible
That's right
Indelible
Your mark on me
Indelible
Sketch my destiny
Each stroke
Set me free
Indelible
This tattooed line on me
13107
TL Boehm
© 2007
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
Your love is a line
Tattoed down my spine
The pulse of a tentative touch
This pain is an art
I play my bit part
When you leave and I miss you much
Your mark on me
Indelible
I close my eyes and see
Your soul is a beautiful picture
Superimposed on the skin that's me
Indelible
My baby.
Write my life with your ink
I cannot think
Of a better way for the page to unfold
Each line a caress
This gentleness
Of a love story in flesh be it told
Indelible
The name of the story we write
Your soul is an epic masterpiece
Written on my flesh at night
Indelible
That's right
Indelible
Your mark on me
Indelible
Sketch my destiny
Each stroke
Set me free
Indelible
This tattooed line on me
13107
TL Boehm
© 2007
I don't often write of love but when I do, I would probably embarrass the object of my affections...
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