Every curve of your body is a secret to be revealed, a map that guides me, with each step taken. From your neck to your belly, to the shape of your hips, everything about you is poetry, everything about you is a profile. The contour of your skin, soft as the breeze, is the path that is traced, it is where the soul is eternalized. Every curve, a dance, an invitation to kiss, where desire spreads, deep and without opportunity. Your arms, your breasts, the curve of your leg, are drawn lines that love governs. Every curve of your body, a story to tell, an endless poem, that I just want to sing.