When I wrap my vision around your waistline...
I get tangled in knots that butterflies tie.
Wings thin as wax paper and transparent as your soul.

Curves of flesh produce exact precision.

But hey, I'm just a connoisseur of those...features.
Those fine-lines of feminine phenomenon.
This soft, subtle, sensual creature...

Delicious pheromones parallel the purest of poetic sentences.

I would speak velvet vows to your lips.
Volumes of words get whispered in a single kiss.
Vivacious verbs flirt with hidden hips.
And those hidden hips are hidden bliss to my male mind...

I got lost in hidden hips somewhere along the line...
But first I got lost in your mind.
Got blinded by your sunshine...
Body like a wine bottle...
So fine that no words or signs can define...

Those deadly curves.