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Click hereMy Uncle Ollie was a sea faring man
tattooed from Brooklyn to Siam
An assortment of art you’ve never seen
from pious and holy to outright obscene
He lived above a tattoo parlor
in a neighborhood rife with squalor
The tattoo artist was famous indeed
featured at conventions and on TV
I like to view tattoos on men
that are unusual and then
It’s fun to see a gal tattooed
lift her blouse to show her boobs
Is it art or the oppty to flash her tits?
I’m not sure, but I'll examine it!
Long story short, I met Lydia
the assistant
of the tat artist named Vincent
We dated when I came to town
She was a beauty, the first I’d found
covered with tats from tit to cunt
Up and down, from back to front
The soles of her feet were tropical views
Islands, volcanoes and hulas too
Each breast was engraved with a different
scene
One was blue, the other green
the solar system taken in space
from NASA photos of some place
One tit showed the birth of a star
a distance infinite from where we are
The other showed our galaxy celestial
Earth green, Mars red, Pluto
colored special
A yellow Sun shone from her cleavage
Her arms were covered in chains and vines
as if ensnared in a jungle one time
Her neck was ringed with fierce thorns
if she parted her hair, a pair of horns
Her ass had Angel Falls with boulders
the water falls started from her shoulders
The scene was so damn artistic
even the fish were realistic
Her legs were covered in creative fictions
with Noah's arc and animal depictions
The other with insects of all descriptions
Her flat belly held a nest of snakes
vipers and cobras, rattle snakes
Where or what was left to paint?
only her cunt and her taint!
There circling her vagina in metallic hues
a split bear trap, pointed teeth eschewed
A chain to the underside of her ass cheek
Not a scene for the very meek
She showed me one by one these pics
It got me very dizzy!
But when I saw the steel traps teeth
I got scared and kinda' queasy
“Now you’ve seen it all,” she said
“Are you afraid to fuck me?”
“I am embarrassed, my sweet
I’ve no tats to compete
with your Technicolor obsession
Come here to me, sit on my lap
I'll fuck you before your fingers snap”
She turned on all the apartment lights
to vamp while we were fucking
And after I’d begun, of course
she primed me with some sucking
She straddled me from up above
“Please watch with care, my darling love”
As she rose and I thrust
that moment came to bare
Just when she felt the sperm release
she contorted her face and cheek
spasmed the muscles of her belly
In disbelieve, in fear of grief
I saw her spring the trap
As her cunt tighten up on me
I swear I could hear it snap
I should have seen it coming
but sex is sometimes dumbing
She held me in the jaws of death
so sweet and tight her cunt’s caress
After a minute she released
my cock shrunk down to half at least
Lydia laughed and teased
insisted that I come to see
Vincent, and that he tattoo me
“A few blood spurts around your pubes”
Of course the hair I had to loose
Lydia shaved me bare and nude
And Vinny inked above my nip
A tiny satellite Sputnik
So on my heart, there'd be a sign
of Lydia, and our time
She convinced me to let her film a scene
it’s out there on the little screen
Some Porno U-tube I suppose
perhaps you’ve seen it, heaven knows?
You’ll see us in a close-up rare
we’re fucking and the cameras there
My cock and her tatted cunt exposed
My blood tattooed pube, will show
You’ll see me enter
and wham it’s closed
Forgive me if my cocks not giant
But you have to admit, it is defiant
When it places itself in the jaws of death
But what life is lived
without some threat
I don't know if it's the same one but Lydia the Tattooed Lady is a very rude English Rugby Song but I do like your description of her!
--- immortal words from a Bottom Lover's perspective , ' rectus !!! 5-ed .
is a great ending
and a rather cluttered way to get to it, you need some, but it looks like you are falling in love with your own words, i.e do you need the NASA space shit, excessive graphics, etc
I should have seen it coming
but sex is sometimes dumbing
and advert in it for it being too much?
5ed, but edit.and don't give me some shit about how you had to do all the tattoos
Lydia the Tattooed Lady is an old New York song that Bobby Short (the great!) used to sing on his NY song collection, I used the name Lydia to protect the innocent and as an homage to Bobby who squeezed my ass years back when I met him the first time at the Carlyle Hotel. I loved that guy! Still play his discs. May he rest in peace. He willed all his rights to the high school he attended as a kid and they have it all to earn for scholarships etc.