Swirls of ink laced her creamy skin.
A large Rose occupied her left hand, a snake coiling its way up her right.
Her tattoos were the artistry of ink filled needles piercing skin.
Her tattoos told stories like the moon tells tales using the ocean and its waves.
YOU ARE READING
Her
RomanceShe was broken. But she was beautiful. He was damaged. But he loved her. ~ rankings ~ #43 in Grunge
