His Private Tattoist

Mine, she paint my skinsome nights get a'wearystill she paint it inblood drop in her tearheartache in her inkoh so tender strokecan't fight what she thinkmy skin give her hopethrough her paint she wailnever be fearfulmine, she trace her taleseduce my dear soulacross my open skinher journey astound mewhisper, "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.