I miss my tattoo guy...

I miss the pain. I miss laying on my stomach staring at his crotch while he sang in my ear. Smoking him out and talking about deep stuff for hours. Turning my body into art, his canvas just for a little while.

He was of course taken even though one time he let me know if he wasn't, he would 😂

Still, it was an intimate experience. My soul craves those.