18 years growing them for you to take my out on a date

You find yourself face to face with a Latina whose curves took eighteen years to perfect, every inch shaped like a slow, deliberate invitation.

You notice the way her body fills the frame — hips that demand your hands, a waist you could trace for hours without getting bored.

You feel the pull before you even move, that specific hunger that starts in your chest and drops low and fast, because some people are built to make you forget every word except yes.