Approaching the Tattoo Studio, my heart was in my chest. My skin was clammy and my nerves were strembling every muscle I had, even some i was unaware I had. The explanation of shit blew over my head as I sat in the cold leather shair. I bared my skin and was ready to release my most inner fears.
My sorrow, my passion, my soul leaked out my skin as an impression of beauty appeared..... It was me. It was always me and always will be me.

Exotic Flesh Tattoos