The curve of your lips.
The curve of your hips.
The curve of your leg,
enhanced by the high heel.
The curve of your breasts,
filing me with desire.
The curve of your cheek
as I caress it,
my finger tracing along your ear.
Your curves that consume my dreams,
demanding to be hugged
as if I were a sports car
thrumming at full throttle
needing the contours of your body
for my soul to rev and sing.