A gift in ink

His wrist resting on my clit,
his breathing, steady, intense
His eyes, focussed
His hand, firm, gripping
the needle

He talks to me in a soothing voice
I can barely hear,
all that is,
is the constant hum,
the warmth seeping through my body

I wanted this for so long
a sign
of you
of us
permenancy

every man hearafter
will see the sign
and know
my tatto
on my cunt
is for you