bella at the bar

a sea of smiles and intoxication 
flirtations, flashings, and promises of fucking
with the inebriated and the unaware,
nothing is guaranteed
addled minds talking numbly of basic pleasantries
hi, my name is bella
she asks if i have any tattoos
i tell her i have a tat that says i love creed, bush,and that one song about the lips of an angel
‘show me’ she says
i show her my nipples and say it was done in pink ink 
surprisingly shows me hers
tattoo hearts and piercings surround 
‘you weren’t expecting that were you?’
no, no i wasn’t.


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