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Tsotso magazine
TATTOO
TATTOO
TATTOO
The fragile beauty of your sweetnessIs captured delicately on my soul’s face
A tender image of effortless grace
With light and air saluting its smoothness
My eye’s tongue tastes your pink skin
As your perfume tickles my nose
With the scent of a blooming rose
Would it be taboo, would it be a sin
To have you imprinted in a place
Where all our secrets are hidden?
To feel you pulsing and coursing
My tongue licking and tasting
Our passions?
I want you on my skin like a tattoo
And in my blood like ink.
© 2001, Guy B. Phiri
From: Tsotso (February 2001)
From: Tsotso (February 2001)
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TATTOO
The fragile beauty of your sweetnessIs captured delicately on my soul’s face
A tender image of effortless grace
With light and air saluting its smoothness
My eye’s tongue tastes your pink skin
As your perfume tickles my nose
With the scent of a blooming rose
Would it be taboo, would it be a sin
To have you imprinted in a place
Where all our secrets are hidden?
To feel you pulsing and coursing
My tongue licking and tasting
Our passions?
I want you on my skin like a tattoo
And in my blood like ink.
From: Tsotso (February 2001)
TATTOO
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