An Intimate Haircut

She caresses the side of my head gently as she contemplates her next move. She gathers a small handful of hair, lifts it up and measures it to her fourth finger and snips. She then strokes that handful back into place and gathers another. As my hair dryes she wets her hands at the faucet and runs her fingers through my locks and I soak it in. There is little conversation, just her hands moving, caressing and cutting.

My Bride has been cutting my hair for quite some time now and I do so enjoy it πŸ˜‰