Your secret lover

Portland OR

Description

I was at your house, except we'd never met. Your roommate was tattooing me and it stung. As the needles pierced my skin, you walked by to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. In awe of you, I was distracted from the pain. I looked up, and you told me it looked good. I watched you leave, but I couldn't move or get up to follow. You're pretty and handsome, I may have to come by for another tattoo someday soon. -Come back, I miss you.