Laying across a plump scarlet couch,
I watched auburn hair move pendulum-like
Over a milky shoulder.
The walls rolled like waves,
Crashing and bending with
Each snap of her hips.
The room, lit by a television,
Danced and flickered a dull
Pulsing blue.
I traced the outline of her
Tattoo with an outstretched finger,
Wishing I could be that
Permanent.
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