I like knees. I love knees. Especially bare, bent knees. I love the curve of the caps and the hollows beside them. I want to write a book on knees. On smooth knees and hairy knees, pink knees and dark knees, Filipino knees and European knees, Chi-knees and Japa-knees, modest knees and pretentious knees, calloused knees and pampered knees, glad knees and sad knees.
I love knees.










