I’m like

have you ever seen a woman’s THIGH

or TUMMY

or A R M

or LEGS

or nECK

the curve of the jaw

the dip of her neck

strong shoulders

the slope of her lower back

wrists

smile dimples

soft thighs

belly tightening when she laughs

hands that hold yours perfectly with the little thumb stroking thing

eyes  with laughter

goofy nose crease

the muscles of her back

earlobes to be nuzzled

girls with superficial veins like road maps

chubby arms when she puts them around you

tall girls that tower over you and cup your face like you’re the most precious, fragile thing on earth

small girls that fit under your chin and press their nose to your throat to feel your heart race

freckles like constellations

scars, embedded with stories 

birthmarks

tattooed girls, the stories that go into their art, tracing them tenderly as she dozes with you

stray locks of hair to be tucked behind her ear

round cheeks when she yawns

soft butts when she sits on your lap and snuggles into you

brow furrows when she concentrates 

This is one of the few professions where you get more respect as you get older. I mean, one of the reasons I went into this was that you don’t age out. I never thought I’d retire. As long as you’re not… out of it. You get older, you accumulate more wisdom, you garner more respect.