Piercings Are Memories

Its a special type of pain when the time draws closer to do my job... Getting my supplies together gloves, alcohol, gauze, clamps, needle and jewelry. I set everything out on the table in order of use... In my mind going over each piece and what its function is knowing what each does in stunning detail. I slide the gloves on my heart begins beating faster in anticipation... My eyes sharpen as my hands cleanse my tools feeling a shiver run through me... My nipples harden at the thought of the pain I will surely feel... The moment comes I raise the needle and watch as it effortlessly glides under the skin reappearing like magic. The needle punctures my flesh and its done im left with wetness between my thighs and a dull pain where the needle had been now replaced with a fresh clean piece of lustrous body jewelry to remind me of that special moment in time each moment is special each piercing a memory and piece of my past buried beneath my flesh.