tokoloshe

I keep seeing this guy whenever I go to lunch.
Nothing stands out more than the immense amount of tattoos covering his arms. I assume there are more, noted by the ink peeking from the collars of his shirts.
He's a beefy, muscled fellow, his clothes hugging his form, giving him a bit of a rounded figure. At times, he wears a cute little pair of wayfarers that make my gaze harder to break.

But I mostly just get tattoo envy.
The ornate decorations scrawled on his arms form some kind of deck of cards theme. I sneak glances as I eat my meal--
each knuckle adorned with a suit: club, spade, heart, diamond
the outline of spades on his elbows
the faces of various royalty intertwined with tribal markings

Lately, I've been thinking of flower tattoos... namely a red spider lily. It's a flower associated with the arrival of fall and, in Japanese folklore, is the flower that grows at the gates of hell to help guide the dead to their next life. Additionally, due to this little piece of mythology, it's said that the lily blooms when you encounter someone you'll never meet again.

I know, I know, a bit melancholic, but for whatever reason, that realm of emotion captivates me quite often.

But, if you'd like a change of topics, I feel as though I've been in some kind of heat lately and find myself mentally evaluating the guys that strike my fancy. I can only imagine the amount of 'physical activities' I'll engage in when I return home.
I mean, as much as I'm stoked to see friends and family

I kind of really want to get laid.