Kiss it all over ?

You're looking at a petite body that makes your hands ache to map every inch of it.

You notice the curve of a waist you could span with both palms, the soft skin catching light in ways that pull your focus lower, then lower still. You feel something tighten in your chest — and elsewhere — the longer you look.

You already know exactly where you'd start kissing, and it isn't anywhere near the mouth. You'd work slowly, deliberately, leaving nothing untouched, because a body this inviting deserves that kind of unhurried, hungry attention.