With Joe’s head in my lap, I see a patch of bare skin spotted with freckles surrounded by his silver hair. He embraces my legs like a pillow. My toes are the only part visible from where I sit. I need a pedicure. He doesn’t move for quite a while. I stroke his hair and scratch his back.
Tattooed Memories
Tattooed Memories
Tattooed Memories
With Joe’s head in my lap, I see a patch of bare skin spotted with freckles surrounded by his silver hair. He embraces my legs like a pillow. My toes are the only part visible from where I sit. I need a pedicure. He doesn’t move for quite a while. I stroke his hair and scratch his back.