Inked In Attitude

Inked in attitude, it's clear to see
in the way you glance and step towards me.
A body detailed in intricate tattoos,
marked in confidence as you own the room.

Each tattoo is a blackwork creation,
a living masterpiece; the epitome of perfection.
Every inked line telling your story,
revealing the path where you claimed your glory.

You know who you are; you know what you want.
Unapologetically bold, no one dares to confront.
Your tattooed canvas depicts a man of few words,
your truth inked in skin where silence is heard.

You've always been comfortable in your own skin,
with a body created for the art of sin.
Your body beckons a devil's temptation,
the cost of my soul is the price of damnation.

A wink of your eye is your silent command
a domineering presence; a force I understand.
I feel the pull; the heat of your desire,
the art of seduction igniting the fire.

My heart beats for this man of ink
He's the art I want; no time to be weak.
His tattoos turn me into a true art lover,
hoping to become the next ink he'll uncover.