I chose First Poem for Your, by Kim Addonizio. The poem itself was a little racy, but I still thought it was a very romantic poem. I am not sure there is much paraphrasing that need to be done, but I will try my best.
I love to touch your tattoos in the darkness of our room. I can't see them, but I know exactly where they are. I touch the lines of lightning near your nipples and find the serpent and dragon, and swirls of water on your shoulders. After we are intimate, I love to kiss the art on your skin. Your tattoos will remain until you pass away and are nothing more than ashes; or if we remain a couple or end our relationship, they will remain. So permanent, it is almost scary. But in the darkness I touch them anyway.
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