Tattoos

I wish for tattoos that define my worth,
As a dumb slutty soul, trash since birth.
No ink graces my flesh, no trace,
A blank slate, awaiting my chosen embrace.

A large tramp stamp atop my waist,
Obvious and bold, not a subtle taste.
With midriff-baring tops, I'll proudly go,
Whispers and snickers, reinforcing my show.

The Playboy Bunny logo, a symbol so strong,
A declaration to the world, where I belong.
On my wrist or ankle, a mark to display,
My aspiration, porn, where I find my way.

Hello Kitty, Butterflies, or Betty Boop,
Childish characters with a provocative loop.
On my forearms, a sleeve of delight,
Connecting my image to a promiscuous plight.

The Mandarin character, deceiving the eyes,
Meaning "dreamer" or "radiant," disguised.
Truth known only by you and me,
Another reason for laughs, a dumb blonde decree.

The word "Slut" in fancy font so grand,
A bold statement etched on my skin, unplanned.
Family-friendly dresses, covers it with ease,
But in a thong, its revealed, for all to please.

"Anal whore" written around my asshole
to let him know whats my goal
"Don't Stop" in small text, over my cunt,
A command, a proclamation, a sexy stunt.

they can simply laugh cruelly and say “that’s not what your pussy says, fuckdoll”. make my body betray me and command men to fuck me

If I dare utter the word "stop" in vain,
Cruel laughter shall follow, my body's disdain.
“that’s not what your pussy says, fuckdoll” they mock
makes my body betray me and command men to fuck

These tattoos I seek, to wear on my flesh,
A testament to who I am, afresh.
A reflection of a desired identity,
For everyone to see, a blueprint, a decree.