And I want you to push your fingers through my skin like tattoo needles
With the tickling drawing stains on my nerves as much as nails draw blood
With the softness of your contours meshing in mine your pads roving across
This cut surface I fray in distress at your missing meat not between my
Sometimes I hold a pen between my thighs and I press it
I roll it and I touch it on my fingertips to draw hard so the ink leaks
And licking my stains I roll and curl and think I can feel you again
The flesh of you the sticky sweat that slows tenderness I pull you close