Atmosphere - The Woman With the Tattooed Hands

I used to know this woman that had the most beautiful tattoos on the topsides of both of her hands
She was forty-three years old and as far as I know had never yet been with a man
It's not that she wasn't attractive--she was beautiful--but it was the way that she interacted
She was aggressively passive to the point where she would have intimidated any men that ever tried to catch it
On the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl
She claimed it is what God resembled
But on the left, she had a mirrored image of the same female
And this one, she explained, looked like the Devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
How the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach, as if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger
Now maybe I was high, but it felt so right
Heaven and hell both taped to this woman's womb
It didn't make sense how she could commence touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
But if I've learned anything, in my years, I've learned I no longer believe in surprise, but what happened next damn near stole my tears
The tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes
They both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
And showed me why she never took some time with a man
They climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
She closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped, I left, and I don't regret leaving
And I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening
A glimpse of religion, a piece of coming closer to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on, I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
For each one of 'em I've hurt and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach, but even more to learn
So now I keep my eyes open, hoping to take in all I can of that woman taking in all she can
And for as long as I breathe, I'll save a seat in my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands
There's good and evil in each individual find
Identifies needs and feeds our desires
As long as we keep our spirit inspired, she can bite her bottom lip all she wants

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