Tattoo Revisited

by K.Wyse

I'm cocooned in cotton sheets of white and nestled against his strong naked body with its tanned rose skin like some Native American Indian. In contrast to this, a tribal Celtic tattoo of vines and thorns winds dark green interweaving patterns around his right bicep. I'm helplessly hypnotised by it so I trace the lines and he stirs a little from his nap only to nuzzle against me once more settling into slumber with his face pressed adorably against my breast. My heart beats faster in an irregular rhythm as my breath becomes hitched. It almost aches and I wonder once again how I can fall so much deeper in love with him.

Tangling my fingers lightly into his long locks of chocolate brown, I smile to myself at his beauty spread before me. The perfection of his ankles, so precisely balanced with the sexy angles of his hips, which emphasise the broadness of his shoulders that shelter me in their strength and comfort. All of it completed by the large gorgeous tattoo of angel wings tattooed across the length and breadth of his back. The detail is so stunning sometimes I think I can pluck a white feather out and tickle his feet with it. He jokes that he's been sent down to take care of me, but he's too naughty to be an angel.

I've been thinking of getting a tattoo of my own. Maybe a pair of white feather wings on my back too, to match his. Maybe I'll get his name inked on my buttcheek - the one without the dimple he likes so much. I told him about the second design idea, how I wanted a sizeable love heart with ribbons and stars and an arrow going through it, while "Nephrite" stood out in bold over it all. He chuckled that as long as I wear his ring, that's all the branding he's going to put on my "precious body". I asked him about the wings and he just smiles mysteriously saying the parlour he used is difficult to access. Still, I can't stop thinking that he might be pleased by a design that'll express how much I love him. After all, he's etched into my soul and I wouldn't be able to live without him. Tattoo, it's like he's a part of me.

But maybe ... I rub my lower stomach excitedly. Maybe my surprise will be the permanent expression of my love that he'll ever need.