PandoraSpocksAuthor

I love the marks that a woman’s clothes leave on her body. I love the red indents and the proof of a long day before she even opens her mouth. Tight socks circumventing ankle bones. A watch cutting a bit too tightly around a pulse. The alluringly simple bra straps; wire pressing up into the impossibly soft undersides of breasts; the cryptic clasp nestled between shoulder blades. The imprint of lace and elastic on the taut tender tendon of the inner thigh. The geography of jeans around the hips and trailing along the legs like railroad tracks. The line on her cheek from when she fell asleep on the bus home. I love the luxurious sigh wh