Thursday, May 22, 2008

Tattoo + permanent = Phoenix



What did her tiny, seemingly random tattoos mean? As she was filing my nail (not a euphemism), THAT'S what I was thinking. THAT'S what held me back. It was my inherent shyness, deboldended by her comments toward my at then chubbiness, that silenced me.

I withdrew and still have yet to re-emerge. I wanted to kiss, bond, slither and breathe warm thoughts. She wanted to fix my finger. I had the shortview. She had the longview. I saw it in mirror opposite that night.

Wonder what it would be like with a tattoo. Have one in mind. Actually, have had it whispering to me for 15 years. Maybe not. If so, I'd be ID'd in porno. Hmmmm. CR once expressed getting one near her pussy. Might as well install a doorbell. How unstealth can one be? One tattoo photo, a flicker pic, busted. Forever. That's why I don't have a tattoo. I can think more than 6 weeks ahead.

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