Don't even think you can hide it, Because I've already eyed it, I can describe you with words, That will highlight your curves... Then undress you in ink, As you shiver and think, About the chill down your spine, That goes down then behind... Words that feel like the wind, Will run under your skin, Till that something you feel, Be the one thing that's real... As you reach out your hand, Watching hairs as they stand, From the tremble's inside, As you're crossing your thighs... Only then you let go, From within so you know, You can't hide from the ink, As I scribe what you think..