Looking for a forever home

You find yourself stopped by those curves, the kind that make your hands feel suddenly restless and purposeless at your sides.

You take in the soft weight of every line, the way the body seems to invite pressure, warmth, contact — your eyes moving slowly, deliberately, like you have every right to look this long.

You already know this is someone you want pressed close, want to learn by touch, want to wake up next to when the light is still low and the morning has not yet made any demands on either of you.