The girl is covered from head to toe in her professional clothes. Truly, no one knows she has this little battle raging on inside. A dragon is defending her Geisha girl, both stretched across her polished shoulders. There’s a serpent twisting down the side of her rib cage so when she breathes, her snake flexes too. Most times these things are way too private to be seen, unless of course she’s atop you in one of her heavy sessions. Grace had to make sure her drawings were tattooed under her professional clothes. She didn’t want the others to see she has this other side where dark colors blend and bleed into darkness and pain. I’ve been lucky enough, I suppose, to have seen her private parts. Grace! Who did you get to put that there? She loves that funny face the jealous insecurity of mine. She laughs, watching me struggle thinking someone had their hands pretty much all over her. There are even pretty words, just under her bra-line. These contrasting beauty marks are meant to be traced. I love this girl, affection is all over her body down the length of her spine following her high heels. I can’t help but stare at her routine when she undresses with her back to me. Her long feline frame she does this high stretch both arms high over head the cupped curve of her breasts are there on the edge she covers when she turns. I turn and divert eyes pretending to look at something on the other side of her love-strewn room all soft and sensual. It’s no use really, Grace already knows her voyeur inside loves when eyes secretly hide. She knows she’s a beauty source somethings, she knows she can’t so easily hide like her body of tattoos. She usually ends the routine naked, pressed super close her hands tucked inside. I squeeze with both arms keeping her warm keeping here loved.
