Stained

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Stained

I offer you possession of my body

Fresh as pure white snow

Unadorned and unembellished

 

I give you absolute control

To claim my naked skin

And arouse your imagination

 

I lay before your eyes utterly exposed

Offering you an endless canvass

To penetrate with ink filled lust

 

Let the ink pour through your hands

As you twist the lines

And deepen the shadows

 

Etch spikes and tendrils along my spine

Envelope me with the passion

From your tainted pen

 

Persuade the ink to crawl across my flesh

Cradle my body, release my inhibitions

And force my soul to cry out

 

Offer me sin

Upon my skin

 

Offer me joy

From deep within

 

Decorate me with luscious designs

Streak me with scenes of creativity

Define sinful propositions into my skin

That will tell no lies and leave others envious

 

Caress my flesh as you finalize your vision

And when you are satisfied

Let’s do it again

 

Until you have stained

Every last piece of my naked flesh

With ink filled lust.

 

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UnworthyFather commented on Stained

06-08-2009

Love this poem!!! Only those who have been tattooed, or caressed a gun themselves, can really appreciate the ecstasy felt when needle touches skin, and ink begins to permanently invade your pores. Tremendous Poem!! Keep up the good work.

TheAngelOfDeath commented on Stained

05-27-2009

This poem... It makes me... Horney :) lol love the details you out did your self on this one.. great job.. 10 from me

thepoet commented on Stained

05-25-2009

I really enjoy your work, the style tell alot about you as a writer and i would love to thanks you so much for that. Very nice work

adacn commented on Stained

05-23-2009

Thank your for your rating of my poem - coming from someone who's poems hold such depth. Thank you again.

soulwriter commented on Stained

05-22-2009

Fresh, and permanent.Your style is always complete and visual. I can feel the ink take life. Great work again!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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