I touch the double row of silver hoop earrings hanging from his left ear, trail along his jawline, his neck, down his shoulder, to the flaming tail of the dragon on his arm. He leans into the caress,...
The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife.
(pl. ) of Tattoo
Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them.
It's my diary, she'd explained. Every mark I've had drawn on my skin connects me to where and who I've been- so I never forget who I am and how I got here.There was humour in the smile she offered him...
Emojin stopped, turned, and nailed him with her glare. Because she’s making this one piece all she’ll ever need to show the world who she is instead of coloring her body with random images and needing...
You're going to get a present from me so you'll always remember our agreement."She gave him a crooked smile and climbed on to the bed and knelt between his legs. Bjurman had no idea what she intended...
My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.
And this tattooing, had been the work of a departed prophet and seer of his island, who, by those hieroglyphic marks, had written out on his body a complete theory of the heavens and the earth, and a...
He had seen her painted sign by the road: Skin Illustration! Illustration instead of tattoo! Artistic!