Tattoo

Tonight I walked behind two couples
Striding hand in hand
The men wore rumpled khaki shorts
One tattooed below the knee
And the tattoo encircled his leg with links
Like a fancy bracelet black
I wanted so badly to brush against it
My stomach ached with need
Yet I wasn’t even close enough
To really see his face
Soon they turned the corner, vanished
Leaving my fingers tingling
At the thought of his smooth tanned skin
Well muscled, but not vain
And maybe a similar chest or back
With hidden matching ink
Sadly, my fantasy ended there
With nary a kiss or smile
Only a wish: first my hand upon his leg
And then his hand on mine

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