up against
the wall
he hikes
up her skirt
her body
he craves
every inch
every curve
her dark eyes
pierce his soul
take me
she begged
no words
were needed
his fingers
drag down
her hot flesh
marking her
as his own
heart pounding
gasping
trembling
aching
her ink
spills out
all over him
the heat
rushes through
her veins
satisfying
her cravings
for now
Journey Chase 
I love this.
I initially thought ink referred to tattoos when the title caught my eye, but the metaphor is entirely different.
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Ahh, yes. Thank you so much for your kind comment! Nice to meet you and have you along on this creative journey with me!
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I’ve never yet been able to wrap my head around poetry as a writer (prose is my area, normally) but you inspire me. I like everything i’ve so far seen on your site.
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I love how writing and words just are so versitle, there are just so many forms of using words and to me that feels inspiring and incredible. I appreciate you reading a bit more of me.
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