Tattoo

"Your skin makes me cry."

She whispered into the dip in his lower back.

Just above where his boxers settle so sexy off his hips.

Her wet lips highlighting the colors in his now faded tattoo.

How many years has it been since it was touched up she wonders.

Her thoughts drifting back to the old apartment.

So many windows, overlooking the park.

A lot of good memories there.

She liked it there.

Where we are now is just as good, just not as bright.

He responds softly, "baby it shouldn't make you cry."

Her voice raspy, her words sound wet from her tears, she tells him, "I'm crying because you are so beautiful to me. I love you so very much."

She lifts up and begins to rub his shoulders providing both of them the comfort they need.

"Don't cry baby. I love you too,"

he says so tenderly.

Her fingernail outlining the tattoo, she pauses and kisses where she stopped.

Her tear stained lips parting so slightly, she inhales and breathes him in completely.

Love is divine, breathtaking.

Love sometimes also hurts.

It's moments like these that are embedded in our hearts and tattooed across our souls.