I saw this guy today at the mall. He was young and fit and gorgeous. and pierced and tattooed. just so beautiful. at first, I only noticed that he was pretty. maybe I noticed a tat, but I don’t remember noticing. I am sure I didn’t see his piercings. but then I glanced his way as he walked back to the stock room. He had a tat on his calf. his athletic, tanned calf. in a split second I imagined running my hand up it, caressing and tracing over the image.
I am not sure why I have such a fascination with tattoos but somehow it has blossomed into a bit of a fetish. just a little one. when I see one that catches my eye, on a man or woman, I just want to touch it. run my fingers over it as if I would be able to feel the texture of it. of course, because I love men, I have a tendency to notice their tattoos more, but it really is just…I love them.
and then I got close to him. asked him to check on a shoe for me. and I saw his beautiful eyes. arresting, although isn’t it funny that i can’t remember exactly if they were green or hazel? I think hazel. greenish, but not emphatic green. and his piercing. he had his cheek pierced. like a beauty mark, except that there was nothing feminine about it. I think it must’ve hurt when he had it done. I wonder if it hurts now? well, it is definitely striking. brings focus to his amazing bone structure. wow.