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I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
Tattoos on the topsides on both of her hands
She was 43 years old and has far has I knew
Had never yet been with a man
Its not that she wasn’t attractive she was beautiful
It was the way the she interacted
She was aggressively passive to the point that she would’ve
Intimidate any man that ever tried to catch it
On the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl
She claimed it was what god resembled
But on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
And this she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breast
How the tattoos smiled has they stand on her stomach
Has if anticipating when they’d 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 woman’s woum(?)
It didn’t make sense how she could commence
Touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
But if I’ve learned anything in my years (my years)
I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)
But what happened next dam 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 too took some time with a man
They climbed deep inside of this woman’s garden
She closed her eyes
She gently bite her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don’t regret leaving
And ill 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 has aroused has I was concerned
For each of one of whom I’ve hurt every time
I’ve been burned I got a lot to teach but even more to learn
So know I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
About woman taking in all she can
For has long has I breath ill save a seat in my memory
For that woman with the tattooed hands

There’s good and evil in each individuals fire
Identify needs and feeds our desires
So long has we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants (repeat till fades out)