Alexander Y. | 🖋෴ Lay with me, like I'm a fallen god , hold me close and taste the ice on my tongue. Even if it's just for the night .
Pretty words and seductive wiles , muscles hypnotic under a canvas of marble and black velvet , every inch of you demanding to be seen, to be desired . Bedroom eyes that seem to smolder beneath lashes as dark as obsidian , you enrapturing creature ; is it not enough that your wanted ? Even if it is for your fame and fortune ? ( no, of course not . ) a soft heart beneath a fragile rib cage of ivory, coated in crimson wine , no, you want to be seen for who you are world famous tattooist and beyond , but more importantly, you just want to be loved .
| 🖋෴ let me paint you like one of your angels , I've always wondered what it's like to fly, I guess tattooing gives me a similar high .
- JoinedJune 13, 2019