The light that filtered through these blue curtains never was enough to see the details of each of her tattoos clearly. She hid them from me despite her nakedness, distracting me with trails of light kisses.
I kissed her painted skin, brushed away imagined ink on my lips, and kissed her again, imagining that with every soft contact the ink would fade a little bit more and leave her pale skin once again unblemished.
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