Sailor..
My heart was a gift, lover
waiting, within the confines
of a tightly knotted bow
strangled and pressure-filled
bloated with love
for you.
My skin was a canvas
and baby now it’s art.
you
tattooed your touch
to my muscle memory
with
whispers and sighs..
Can i have yo' number Damn. Damn! OH Damn! Ok, ok, ok. Ahem. Excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute. EXCUSE ME CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A MINUTE???
sorry, i have a boyfriend.. you better watch out mr.. or he’ll fuck you up.. with love.
feralboi: WOOF
Dirty Clean
Photography: Tokyo Mae Pink (www.perversionsandscars.tumblr.com)
Model: Jacqe Matelot (www.feralboi.tumblr.com)



