Quite in love with ourselves, aren't we? :DWith good reason, son, with good reason - quite a photo, that is.
Thanks Scout, Chandni n River.In love? naah... just realised my tattoo was missing from the blog so... but on second thoughts the pichar is... cool innit?
i thot the 'pichar' is hot....but what u've written below is hotter ;)
thats sum style man
Cool tat. I almost wish I didn't dislike needles so much and I'd get one.
Zactly my feelings, lemony ;)Thank Bunu and Luke (but dude I thought u already one...)
Though not quite as striking - I have a pic of your neck sitting in a folder on my comp. :) Remember you were showing off that lovely piece of work!
Of course... but then I have no way of knowing :)
Dude, that's target practice for vampires!
Now I have to show you mine.Love the photo. Hot. I'd love to be close enough to outline it wit....
Love the unshaven rough and ready look also.
ok, have to hand it to Keshav C...but have a sneaky suspicion that vanity is turning into your favorite sin...& fast!
Cud also be an invitation for 'willing victims'... KM... obviously one has to be 'tight-lipped' about them fangs ;> Someone's sure getting ideas here... ahem... let's see yours now MC'mon Rose two back to back blown-up pictures don't mean that........or do they.... shit now u got me thinking....
why are you so damn obsessed with that tattoooooooooo
Obviously, you didn't read some of the female responses. I had to turn the fan on everything was overheating.
Rags u got ur answer ;D, n thanks M!Rikki... am just thinking about a suitable offer to make... will post soon...
No, darlin', thank you.
A post script to my previous reply. Somehow the reply loses a little in print. So, hear it with a slow, sultry Southern drawl with a slight lift of the eyebrows and a playful smile tugging at crimson lips.
its BRILLIANT !!! i love it.. wat a close-up.
Damn, how much closer can you get?! Except to be standing next to him, smelling his scent,to watch the line as trickle of sweat slowly carves out the line of his neck.
Kandy thanks!M... that's some imagination... in short... too much!!
Imagination? No, mine was crushed many years ago.It was a dream. I keep telling myself that it was just a dream. ....I was standing beside you in the living area. Sounds from the street below drifting through the open window. The air warm, humid and rich with your scent. Steel blue eyes intent on your face. Beads of perspiration across your brow. One drop slowly trickles down, outlining your face. It slowly curves into your neck, sliding across the sharp edges of the tat, and then, finally, at rest among the beads. I reach to touch you, but I find I'm reaching for the empty space beside me in my bed. The faint scent of you still in the air.
Precious is your ability to dream so vividly... and now we are no more strangers.
Connected by the thread of life like the thin, strong strand of a spider web.