it´s just curves:)
You can't stop staring at those curves, the kind that make your hands forget what they were doing a moment ago.
You feel something shift in your chest — lower, actually — as your eyes trace the soft arc of a hip, the dip of a waist, the weight of a body that exists purely to be wanted.
You already know this image will stay with you longer than you planned, replaying in quiet moments, your pulse giving you away every single time.
