"I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands she was forty three years old and as far as I know had never yet been with a man its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful but its the way that she interacted she was aggressively passive to the point where she would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her on the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl she claimed it is what God resembled but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female and this one she explained looked like the devil I remember once watching her touch her own breasts how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (sweet flower) now maybe I was high but it felt so right heaven and hell both take to this womans womb it didn't make sense how she could commence touching herself with me wide awake in the same room now if I've learned anything in my years (my years) I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise) but what happened next damn near stole my tears the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands and showed me why she never took some time with a man they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving and I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer to understanding more about what intrigues me most I didn't get turned on I just got turned I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned for each one of em I've hurt and every time I've been burned I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can about Woman taking in all she can and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat in my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands"

Pedro Lopez
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