As Frank makes love to me,
I examine his tattoos.
I think about them often.
Perhaps I'm obsessed.
He has them on his stomach,
All over his arms,
Hands,
And on his neck;
They're beautiful just like him.
Each one tells a story or message.
What captivates me most
is how dark they are.
A perfect onyx
Against his ice-kissed skin.
It truly mesmerizes me.
But my favorite one
is the scorpion.
The scorpion rests it's strong body on the left side of My Frank's neck.
And it makes me feel protected.
It's poison could kill anyone that would try to hurt me
I bet.
I coil my arms around the area,
bring myself up from beneath him,
and lay a smooch
on the arachnid.
Thanking it
for all its beauty.
The thanking is short lived when Frank
causes a surge to wave through my whole body.
So strong
I cry out.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
