#insid3th3mindofapo3t

[r3fin3mind]

In the subtle arc of her silhouette's grace

lies the poetry of curves, in tender embrace

A dance of lines, an ode to symmetry's art

each contour a verse, etched upon her heart

From the gentle sweep of her arching back

to the delicate curve where her waist does lack

in the rise and fall of her soft, supple form

resides the essence of beauty, pure, and warm

Like the crescent moon in the midnight sky

or the winding river that whispers by

her curves tell tales of passion and desire

igniting flames that only love can inspire

With every curve, a story unfolds

a tale of secrets yet to be told

In every twist and turn, let our hearts entwine

For in the contours of a woman's body, lies the very essence of life's sweet symphony.