Her feelings, temptations,
and desires
are tattooed
on her slightly exposed
blue tinted rounded belly.
Still, she is afraid.
The head is tossed
Down
Toward her belly
As she is waiting.
He is there
Few yards,
May be light years away.
Both are there
May be light years away.
Both are in different web’s nests.
40 minutes
Wasted
in splashing
at each others
red
pink
tattoos.
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